Plague of The Soul

Well of Loneliness
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.