Good Grief 244

Morning!

The light that greeted me through the window this morning was startling.
Sometimes I think I will only ever be comfortable alone and that there is nothing in the world for me, no place for me, that there is something deeply wrong; that I was forgotten, and missed the bit where you get picked up and taken to wherever it is that you are supposed to be and that I will remain in this Dantean circle of being dead amongst the living and no one else sees it. They look at me as if I am alive and don't realise that I died. And then I retreat, and me and the light get to hang out and the light touches my arm.