Assessing the Damage

I like to look at myself in mirror, 

Call it...assessing the damage.

I like to catalog how big the bags under my eyes are...

the way the darkness spreads all the way around...

the frown lines...

the dry skin...

It's funny to think that one can see pain written all over the face,

the frown that can't truly be hidden with a smile.

The sadness in the eyes as they laugh,

It's always there, present.

The sadness never does go away. It is like a cloud that is perpetually above.

Thoughts

It's a complicated feeling, loneliness. I wish I understood it better. How is it that one can be in a room with 100 people, and feel so alone? How is it that the mere thought of the people that are not here make it almost impossible to think of anything else?

The days just go by so much slower when loneliness takes over. The seconds tick by at a sloth-like pace. The minutes feel like they last forever. Everything feels so much slower without the ones we love by our side.