Sitting here alone makes me realize i like being alone, but only in a sea of strangers.
Dozens of unfamiliar thoughts opening singular and unwinding to you because even though you don't understand them, you speak the same language, and your soul hears the noise.
I sit silently and that is ok because silence makes you happy. Silence could be your own world, soundless whispers rushing over my skin with a weight that feels much like day dreams
and hopeless wherewithals.
And you wonder..... You try to untangle these thoughts because you want to know what makes them place themselves, above all of the others as you place yourself above them. Even though you don't want to.
And maybe it was because of this, i cried today......
