7:44 am on the clock. In a few minutes I'll be ready to leave for work. I'm sitting at my desk- with my hair up, a white towel wrapped around me, a just-brewed cup of black coffee next to me, but with no thoughts in my head. There's a mirror on one side and I confess I look pretty in white and in less.
I'm outside of Boston, in a small suburb. In just a few days, I'll leave this place, and won't be back for a while. Until then, let me love the solitude I have. Let me love the loneliness. I once I wrote I love lonely people.....I still do. We need the rest of the world a lot less.
U2 plays on the computer. One.