This Tired, Lonely Man

by compound complex 67 Replies latest social entertainment

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  compound complex

  Darkness settles in, a furtive, watery sun has limped its pathetic course through the closing chapter of a gloomy and damp autumn day. Its brief, craven appearance has created more shadow than illumination, and this has tended toward my unease. I am prompted to turn on each light of every room on all floors of my prison.

  I am alone -- sometimes it is all right to be alone -- but not at this time. This dwelling space of loss and loneliness holds me captive, and I want only to walk out the door and go home. I can never go back. I have been locked up within a house I can never call home. Who hears my cries for help? They are swallowed down whole by the grinning and cruel emptiness of an outwardly beautiful house that has no soul. She has stolen mine.

  No one hears my cries for help. They are growing fainter. I am silent as I watch the sun sink deeper and deeper into an eternal night . . .
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  tornapart

  Coco, that sooooo sad... I can almost imagine being in that cold lonely house in the gloom...

  Now you have to imagine a warm cosy fire, a glass of ruby red wine and some soft sweet music and the tired lonely man can dream of his loved one...
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  compound complex

  Now you have to imagine a warm cosy fire, a glass of ruby red wine and some soft sweet music and the tired lonely man can dream of his loved one...

  Thanks, dear tornapart, for the above. It so happens that three of the above have been provided at my current dwelling . . . only the fourth item is missing.

  I do have my dreams. . . .

  Love,

  CoCo
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  compound complex

  This is just a Mr. Lonelyheart's tale. The writer is neither desperate nor suicidal.

  This lonely, rejected lover feels himself slipping away into nothingness and records the event before his complete expiration. Of course, my savior could appear before I draw my last. Few romantics put their sorrow to paper before they . . .
  
  The autumn transit is forcing me, captive and unwilling, into a forward march toward darker times. The summer sun kept me cheered and pushing onward in pursuit of a realizable dream. Only briefly did that mocking vision peer back at me before running on ahead, ever beyond my grasp. There was no discouragement, no thought of my quitting the chase, however. Summer's heat and length of day invigorated me toward the continuous effort required to enter the beauty of a dream realized.
  
  Today is different. The change come over me was imperceptible. Summer, in all her robust glory, held on long and vigorous with warmth, birdsong and a good humor capable of lifting the spirits of even the perpetually dispirited. Now the sun has gone; all that remains is the oppressive damp of a landscape gone cold. What confronts me -- blocking all routes of escape either forward or backward -- is that slipping away into the nothingness of certain decay . . . descent into oblivion.
  
  A once joyous world of hopes and dreams has departed, where nothing seemed impossible in the mind of this hopeful man, this visionary. The unsavory replacement is a disintegration into the dark and fearful realm of grief and affliction.
  
  Eternal silence for a man who loved deeply but who did not love well. . . .
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  tornapart

  That well describes how I feel when that warm summer sun and birdsong, fresh air, green grass and wind rustling through the leaves of trees is gone.

  The clocks go back and the nights draw in and I just long to be a hedgehog! Snuggled in his nest, asleep for the long cold winter and dark nights.

  To wake up when the birds begin to sing again and life is once more vibrant.

  Keep dreaming dear Coco!
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  compound complex

  Thanks so much, my friend, tornapart!

  Have a wonderful weekend. I'm going for a long walk today amidst all the autumn colors before they give way to . . .

  You, too, continue dreaming.

  Love,

  CoCo
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  nancy drew

  CoCo

  Looks like your imagination is fired up.

  i haven't been able to post due to eye problems. A renegade floater tore a hole in my retina and it's been a long nightmare. Still having focus problems but they assure me my eyes and brain will soon figure it out.

  I'm glad to see you're still writing all that "good stuff".

  ND
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  rip van winkle

  NANCY!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU HAVE been on my mind. So good to see you again. Sending a pm.

  ~~~

  CoCo, you too.
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  compound complex

  Wonderful seeing both of you, Nancy and rip!

  Trouble with main computer, thus with mail . . .

  This old iMac is SLOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

  Will try to stay in touch.

  Love,

  CoCo
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  rip van winkle

  CoCo, it's the way you are able to string words together that is breathtaking, heartaching and just beautiful.

  I like to read your words in the quiet of night to grasp your subtleties and nuances. I have found delight and beauty in every line, regardless of the sad theme.

  Sometimes while reading your words, I hear the cadence and voice of Leslie Howard or Ronald Coleman speaking. And of course, Errol!

  Guess it's your Avatar that is a reminder of an era gone by and the golden days of Hollywood when men were gentlemen.