Hermit-like

Every now and then, I break contact with society. Hermit-like, I become a recluse, staying away from friends and business associates. I disappear from their social circles. I switch off my mobilephone, making them angry. I miss their birthdays and anniversaries, hurting their feelings because they know I’m not the kind to forget.

No matter how much I try to pull myself out of this reverie, I fall right back in… into an abyss of silence. Until someone or something brings me to consciousness. Then I see the world as it is, with its beauty and sorrow, waiting to accept me as I am. And I wonder where I had been.