Tonight I had my first official friend over for dinner in my house.
It is a friend I really love. We spoke about our struggles in life. I appreciate him. I have written about him before, “Moonlight Sonata”.
Some time ago I told myself I want at least two moments a month like this.
Dinner. Drinks. Whatever.
But here, in my house.
I want people here, in my Castle Rosso.
Loneliness is strange. It doesnt arrive loudly, it creeps, it locks me in.
So silent that at times I hear the tinnitus ring in my ears and I cant tell where the sound ends and the loneliness begins.
It is silent without S.
This house is new now after the renovations, but it feels ready to be shared again.
I find myself imagining another presence moving through it. Someone with her own rhythm.
Solitude will not live here.
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