Sometimes, late at night, I walk around this new place that I have been calling home for just over two months and keep seeing these familar faces on complete strangers. I am not sure what to make of it, but I'm trying. I'm trying to figure out how I fit into this strange new world. I am a lone wolf. I am a loner, I am a rebel and I remain independent. Worrying about things that are far out of my control are thoughts that flow through my mind as I walk, as I look into the eyes of strangers.
I am certainly going through some changes and I am trying to harness my own reality. I'm floating. And you are partying. So far away from me and I'm here fending for myself. It's more normal than anything else.You need human contact, human interaction. I need human contact, I need human interaction, but when I have had too much I need solitude. I need isolation. You want, and want and want these tanglible things and I need, I need, I need the intangible.
Solo.
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