Sitting there alone, craving a ration of someone’s compassion. A want for new companionship besides that familiar presence called loneliness, who’s loomed and stood at a wait always available though not needed. The feelings of isolation trouble the mind but are retreated when the detachment of such thoughts must be overcome though realization. The loneliness is but a nuisance, it is measured by time spent separated rather than a delay on a continuing journey, a journey that of fulfillment and a promise that though loneliness is bothersome it will always be submersible.