There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.
By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.
Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.
The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.
You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.