It is the echo that goes unanswered. It is the prayer of the devout to a deity that has no notion that they have created life. It is a dog that has outlived his master and now stares each day at a door that will never open again. This is loneliness. This is my fear. This is my reality. It is made of beautiful memories like colored beads and yet no two of them fit into the greater mosaic. As I sat on the school bus as a child, alone while the world was hostile on the other sid