A Tale of Two Lives

It was the worst of times.

Last couple of months wasn't great for me. Dare I use the word depressed?

If you ask me, I'll tell ya. But no one asked. We all live silent lives. No one asked me why I stopped blogging.

I'm testing you readers. It's dialogue, not monologue.

But I failed. You failed. And the world goes by.

But in that no-so-great-life that I live, I'm yet grateful. Not for friends. But for money, for a job, for God, for that little bit of dignity - despite my being alone.

Being alone not loneliness. Mine you friend. If I dare call you that.

Loneliness. I'm afraid of this word. Not so much the word but the images that are brought to your mind. I'm afraid of you even when you don't care.

Don't share.

But why don't I dare?

I'm a coward. Afraid. Fearful. I live 2 lives. Maybe 3.

But why should you care?