Plague of The Soul

Well of Loneliness, 1943
Carl Kahl
What do you do when your soul mates drift away?
Do you lull your melancholy with hopes of future quick, poor visits every now and then? Do you anxiously wait for them to be cloned, replaced by exact types to keep you company when it rains and you’re hungry? Do you propose unnecessary plans just so you can bask in the memories only they share with you? Do you sit alone and get acquainted with yourself, and miss them all the same? Do you secretly wish they would not go away to a distant land, to the arms of a lover, and wish they remain yours forever?
What do you do, what can you do that is not in vain? Tell me.

You miss them! What sucks more, is to miss them when they’re right there, when they’re present and absent at the same time.<br /><br />You miss them and it hurts and you live through the hurt and you hope that one day in the future you’ll just remember the beautiful memories and not the awkward painful moments of the transition that followed!<br />