goldenly retrieved

The world is a cold and lonely place.

And so is my back yard. I haven't gone out there yet; too scared. The entire area is held in a constant state of suspension where it seems no movement is ever to be found again. It's as if the view outside the doors and windows has been painted over with that which is familiar, while lacking the central force and energy that once brought it to life

I'm oh, so lonely. I think I've become more withdrawn from my family than I was prior to the event described in the previous post. When not at work, I sit secluded, in my room, or in a room not currently populated by anyone other than myself. I find myself waiting for it to be late enough to go to sleep so I can wake up and return to work.

Perhaps the most disappointing point I need to make is the fact that I'm posting this. I have no one to talk to when I don't talk to family. Sure, many on the contact list are in an online state. That doesn't mean there's anyone to talk to. So where do I go? In the past I could have gone and spent time with Mickey. A big hug and a wag of the tail was all I needed. Today, I go to the blog and enter my troubles to a world of digits and code, to distribute it off to a recipient I most likely do not know, and will never know. In return, I am often granted the abstract comfort of a few lines of consciously assembled clusters of letters and symbols.

I'd prefer something a little more personal without the prerequisite of screening out those thoughts or opinions that would not be favorably received (read: not family).

The world is a cold and lonely place, and the future isn't going to get any warmer.