No one is missing out on anything. The night is empty. Conversation on the patio at the local bar carries over blocks while every house is silent. I wanted to hear sex - (a midnight moan) - anything other than the sound of my sandals on damp pavement. Me and my self-contained scream out for a walk with one continuous thought, "I don't belong here. This is not my home."
I am on the internet now. This is what it feels like to be connected. This is how it feels to be alone.