It's a quiet sunday evening, mist and fog all day. I can take solitariness better than most people but every once in a while come those blue moments when you wonder if anyone knows you're out there, if anyone remembers you exist... like Neil Diamond, him of the uber-beautiful voice, once put it so soulfully...

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
And then became one
Well, except for the names and a few other changes
If you talk about me, the story's the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried but it won't let me go
And I'm not a woman who likes to swear
But I've never cared for the sound of being alone

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost and I can't even say why...
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