Lonely

I'm sitting here, well actually laying here, on my father's bed in Oklahoma. I'm experiencing many mixed emotions. I miss my mother; more than ever, really. I miss her because I feel completely safe with her. Here, I'm surrounded by strange faces, strange accents, and a complete change of culture. Here, people like to hunt, people like to BBQ, people like to have a good ol' time. I find nothing wrong with that, I'm just home sick. I long for the familiar. I long for a woman's presence. I don't say mean this in the sexual tense, more of the companionship sense. I really miss the women that are usually around me. I do.

So, I'm here in Oklahoma, feeling disoriented, daranged, and dillusional.

But, above all else, I feel alone. Utterly alone.