Image courtesy of fotolia. Loneliness. This word has come to mean so much to me. So much that not even words themselves can explain it. It is a state I am all too familiar with. It captures the very essence of the me that I know. Just the thought of it is enough to bring tears to my eyes and if I think about it a little bit longer, my heart is sure to bleed a million times over, like a raw, deep,throbbing gash to the most sensitive part of the human flesh...It may heal, but for a moment, only to burst open and bleed all over again. This wound, I will continue to open over and over and over and over again if that's what it takes to remind me of the hope that I cling to...the hope in a love that is greater than anything I've seen so far.... Loneliness for me is a pervasive feeling that overrides any other emotion or sensation. Loneliness becomes me. It is who I am...lonely and yet its not as abject as it sounds... It has nothing to do with people in the sense of number