Distance is often the closest thing.
God: the most desperate and widely recognized manifestation of our collective loneliness.
Nothing brings home my ultimate aloneness quite like polite conversation.
My hands have touched few but my heart compensates by holding many.
Our most glorious portrayals of love are frequently written by those whose love was unrequited. For longing enriches imagination while having lends itself to living.
It is the vestiges of things elsewhere that most attract me to life.
It is in the space between our words that we may best see one another.