My last post was about loneliness. This one is too. But this one has nothing to do with the theoretical or poetic aspects of the term. This is about a deeply ingrained conglomeration of circumstances and moments that contain an absence. Yes, to contain an absence, kind of like a shell without its oysters, a body without its soul, love without sex, or sex without love. Loneliness is not emptiness, is an absence. The difference is that emptiness denotes a void, unfathomable, infinite, a black hole impossible to fill. An absence implies a presence that was once and is not anymore.
An empty promise, a smile that signifies that a person has moved on, a human shell filled with emotions that want to burst but is unable to, because there’s no one to receive its contents…that is an absence. What was once and is no more.
