You’re never really alone are you? I mean, for all the fuss about
loneliness? I look around and I see things that are just a collection of
people. I think if I keep pulling this one thread that I might end up
somewhere I have never been. And we just keep coming back to same
comforts that addled us in the first place.
The tragedy is when you are worried about whether you’re alone or too exposed, you may just forget it was you who mattered through it all.
If a thought comes to you and you can sleep, it may be worth noting that another human being taught you the means to communicate that need to yourself. If you can’t sleep, it’s okay, I can’t either.
I love you though.
The tragedy is when you are worried about whether you’re alone or too exposed, you may just forget it was you who mattered through it all.
If a thought comes to you and you can sleep, it may be worth noting that another human being taught you the means to communicate that need to yourself. If you can’t sleep, it’s okay, I can’t either.
I love you though.
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