On Being Alone

This woman next to me asked me if I was lonely dining alone. I turned to her with a smile and told her that I wasn't alone; my body was feeling the warmth of the crowded room, part of my mind was occupied with the dull murmur of the bar, and the other part of me was having an intimate, intense conversation with a lover about things I'm intensely passionate about through time and space via his gorgeous words. It's impossible to be lonely when you communicate in energy.