Lonely

I was feeling quite alone that day.

And as she gazed at the raw blue sky beating down on the sweet bitter perfume of buzzing hydrangeas, bucolic and bright in sunny scenery, she realized no matter how close anyone got to her, no matter how many words she said or how much poetry she scribbled or how much art was created by her hands, her mind would remain inconsolable in a trapped cavern of lonely, wistful thoughts.