”when your alone, a masquerade of thoughts tremble in the whirlpool thats your mind”
Ive always been what people would consider a loner. Don’t think that i don’t enjoy company, sometimes at least and for the most part, i have always had a strong circle of ‘friends.’ Ive always had a pressing feeling that friendship, like love is fleeting. Family is the only thing in life, which we have that we could consider as eternal, yet death breaks something which we see as a everlasting.
”with no purpose and drive, because we’re all alive” Must we accept, that everything we know to be true, is merely us all walking dumb and blind? Is that we must gather in groups, like a herd of animals, but instead we chit-chat over glasses of wine and other decadent foods, so that we can forget and bury the misery life brings us? Is not becoming someone who is so lost in themselves a bad thing, as we may live with others but we must die alone. Am i a cynic who’s just a lost being with a past torn with broken memories that torment me, who can’t see that beauty life holds within others, or am i spewing a cold hard venomous truth?
Sometimes, i can’t help but wonder why we pretend everything is ok. Why we just go on with our daily lives and suppress every basic instinct we have. You can tweet your friends, call family, email work colleagues and they won’t sense a thing. Does that mean that they don’t know you that well, or that we don’t ever really show our true selves?
Is our best bet hiding in plain sight?