I feel sorry for people who do not enjoy solitude.. the ones always trying to find someone to be around, going out every night and chameleon in to crowds like there’s no purpose for personality there, just a mirror of who’s standing next to them. Being alone can deviate into growth. strength. courage of your own consciousness. But some people don’t know how to show their true colors, and it makes it hard to be around them. I want genuine relationships, real conversations, and people who will call me on bullshit or say what they’re really thinking.. If there’s no debate, there’s no passion. And what fun is that?
a person. a person. another person passing by. There’s a lot you don’t know about me. And there’s no telling, no seeing, only a feeling when the connection of our two souls find rhythm. Stop and take a second. It’s in each and every one of us to find acceptance. Let’s just connect, because we’re here. right now. you and me.