I'm not sure who stuck this , "loneliness" bench in the park, but I sit and read, page after page.
@Meowmy loneliness grips the hand of shame. Your words . I could think about that for hours.
@Thyme .. "people are lonely because they don't have folks around them that understand them.
Perhaps they feel empty , because they don't understand themselves". Thats just downright profound. . .
Many years ago, I lived rough on the city streets as an autistic kid with a brain injury. I'd sit on the park bench back then too, and share whatever I found in the bins with my only friends, Pidgeon's..
We'd talk, and pretend to understand each other.
There was this one Pidgeon. A runt.. crook leg, that always hung back. I'd have to aim well to make sure the other birds didn't bully him out of some scraps.. That bird and me . . . We understood each other... No one else ever did..
We new that for critters like us, the world is not fair, the strong and cunning fatten on the weak. . . .
and now.
People tell me, I did well for myself, I have lots of people share my big house, filled with objects and sound.
But as the older man, in my dreams, I still sit at the foot of that park bench, a Pidgeon, on the fringe of the flock,
and wait for some crumbs to be thrown at me. . .
Nurse said to a doctor, one day when I was taken into a foster home, How can he be happy, with all that's wrong with him. Like I wasn't even there, He turned to her and said, We'll he simply
doesn't know any better.
Maybe that makes me the luckiest man alive.. tonys.
@Former-Member @PeppyPatti @cloudcore @Doldip15 @Oaktree @Appleblossom @Jynx .
@Tilz @Emelia8 @Healandlove and all those who bring me a little closer to understanding the human condition.
