tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19155476.post2282734199267358907..comments2023-10-20T03:34:50.469-07:00Comments on Read My Mind: Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05580107867795473557noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19155476.post-8623269547264491402007-12-11T18:52:00.000-08:002007-12-11T18:52:00.000-08:00These are the kind of nights that I love. And som...These are the kind of nights that I love. And sometimes it's nice to be alone with the moment and your thoughts. But there are also things that the soul needs to share.<BR/><BR/><BR/>(Awhile back I wrote something called "Lonely or Alone?" It's on the sidebar at my blog, when you have time and want something to read. I think that you would understand what it conveys...)Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19155476.post-85756437676523834162007-12-11T09:54:00.000-08:002007-12-11T09:54:00.000-08:00You were not alone last night. I felt it also. M...You were not alone last night. I felt it also. Mostly satisfied. The aloneness aches more than the cold.<BR/><BR/>MarkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19155476.post-46605127401600820132007-12-11T00:11:00.000-08:002007-12-11T00:11:00.000-08:00I hear you. My son is with me most of the time, b...I hear you. My son is with me most of the time, but on the weekends when he's with his dad it's tough. I enjoy the freedom on Saturday morning and by Sunday night I'm melancholy and wishing he were there.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16600646161985648267noreply@blogger.com