I do not want to name this feeling, but it is there.
Deep down inside, I feel it squirm a thought into my head.
Why do we trust humans so? What is it that makes us want to bond?-
Be friends? - NEED friends?
Loneliness is an elixir. Sometimes you should lock yourself up and explore what you can do with yourself.
How do prisoners pass through the 'chamber' (or whatever it is called) and come out sane?
People will never be what you contrive them to be. So why bother?
But there is a spot inside of you that craves a little attention.
Damned attention! We are selfish selfish people.
We need that pat on the back.
One line that I intend to follow up on someday-
Said by Kurt Vonnegut: "Write a poem tonight. Make it as good as you possibly can. Four, six or eight lines. Make it as good as you can. Don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it to anybody. When you’re satisfied it’s as good as you can make it, tear it up in small pieces and scatter those pieces between widely separated trash receptacles and you will find out you have received your full reward for having done it. It’s the act of creation, which is so satisfying."
Genius he is!
I would have loved to meet him. Sometimes the world passes by a great person (not Vonnegut, but just saying...) and it is pitiful that new talents could die due to lack of inspiration.
That's why inspiration is a spark. That's why it is 'in' spiration- you inspire it. You breathe it! Vital for living, and yet so hard to find!
It is no wonder we all rot and die.
Maybe people aren't so bad, once you get yourself a distance! Maybe you will never find the perfect man, or lover. Maybe you have to keep adapting and changing.
But then, there is always a blossom of a butterfly wing. Maybe we should take the time to really percieve and really listen and we shall be at peace with ourselves. But then....