My quiet guest

Today loneliness came to visit. Sometimes i enjoy his company but as with everyone, sometimes i am tired of him. Sometimes i wish he would go away and not come to see me for few days. But loneliness is not as everyone. He never knocks the door before walking in. And although i was very tired to see anyone, although i would just have cried, i never ask him to go away once he has arrived.

He is not very talkative and he doesn't even take coffee though i offer it. What about tea? No answer. I can talk and talk, i can tell him how funny it is when a ladybird walks on your finger. I can tell him how i wish the morning could be everlasting. How i wish i could stop the time just to sit down and close my eyes and feel the beauty of the world without hurry and unfilled thrist for something that doesn't exist. Clock's hand is slumberously beating the time but never falling asleep. I told him how beautiful music box i found today. It had the melody of the lullaby that i used to sing for my little brother when he couldn't sleep.

But loneliness doesn't answer or make a move. I can feel his quiet and calm presence when he stands beside the bookshelf, when he sits down to the blue armchair or when he is creeping closer to me. I don't ask him to say anything. I know he wouldn't. I know he is very original guest, very unique friend. So i take a quick look to the sky. "It's getting rainy", i say and sit down to the floor with my red coffee cup while listening how life is falling on a tin roof.