Loneliness does not depend on the presence or absence of people, on the contrary, I hate those who steal from me my loneliness without offering me true companionship in return.
And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
I myself have not yet fully come to know myself, so I do not blame others for lack of understanding or continuity with me, but I assert the sweetness of my soul most of the time, and that I do not forget and if you knew me even a little, you will never be able to deny it.
If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you don’t play the be ignoring game with me because the worst feeling is having to cut off somebody you got real love.
It's the details, my friend, so small, it's all the noise inside, the blurred details, which are mostly ignored as we continue to sink them, imagining that they are changing us what big situations can't do!