I wrote this for my expressions in writing class (as so wonderfully stated below) our assignment was to personify a simple feeling. Such as loneliness--enjoy. Don’t steal, it’s mine.

Expressions in writing

Loneliness

Flakes of snow drift along the cold cement as I stroll down the desolate sidewalk. The boots I wear make no sound, it has always been this way. I shield my face as a squall picks up and sends flakes of snow into an updraft. I find myself enclosed in a crystallized whirlpool. Then I see her; peering from the shadows. I am surprised by her petite stature, but as I draw near, loneliness grows. Her countenance is impregnable, she fills my eyes, my mind and the depths of my heart with the grief stricken sorrow of loneliness. Her skin pale and ashen, hair dark, long and unkempt. Her eyes, pools of sapphire, mirror my reflection. I talk.

“You’re here again; why?”

She leans up against the alleyway wall, her tattered, dull yellow dress contrasts with the sordid red brick. She responds in a doleful voice.

“He left you again, didn’t he?”

Her voice monotone, bleak and a decibel under a whisper. I am silent. She stares down at her shoeless feet as she wiggles her toes through the holes in her ragged stockings. I glance around at the life of loneliness, the alley, the dumpsite, her only means of shelter from the falling snow. Loneliness again continues to speak.

“Do you not understand? You are the one that seeks me out. You find me, I don’t find you.”

Her hands lay in the front pouch of her bedraggled dress where she keeps a handful of bread crumbs, the product of week old bread.

“You are the one seeking me out.”

She says almost smiling. Loneliness looks at me with sympathetic eyes, as if she pitied me. Knowing I must move on, Loneliness retreats into the shadow of the alley, the shadow of the dumpsite, the shadow of a doubt. I saunter over the cold ground once more, the snow silently sticking, crunches beneath my feet. I look back at the alley for reassurance; find none. She’s still there, eyes glazing from the darkness. Loneliness is always there.