Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if after awhile, nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.
It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you. For this be relieved, keeps things interesting, lives, magic things in reach. And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communities not present. Just take the perspectives you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. If you have an art that needs practice stop neglecting it. If your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it.
'Cause if you're happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay.
I fucking cried listening to this poem. Yeah fucking emo retarded bitch I was, as I honestly felt she was talking directly to me. Scored! Anyhow, beauty and depth constitute in this melancholy (of sort) poem that intents to give a meaningful message to all of us: That it is okay if we choose to be alone. I do personally think our dim-witted (not all) society inevitably put some nauseous default expression on their faces whenever they see someone eating/drinking/etc alone; "Oh that poor thing doesn't he have a friend to be with?" *shake head*
I have to digress I'm afraid. Because it serves as a conviction to my dear self being alone is liberating and refreshing- not by any means I do however unintentionally suggesting the ideal prospect of having a company as meaningless, rather it is one favorable choice as long as we remain convinced that solitude does not mean we are being dismally hapless, but a venture we maneuvered into as to find what matters to us -both internally and externally - not the others.
Poems, FTW!
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