Solitude
A part of you is lacking, I can tell what if I told you, your other half wasn’t a person, but rather a thing what if it’s stopping to sense the beauty of the spring lilies blooming in your front yard or the slightly snug cappuccino you purchase every morning observing the alluring sunset every evening or loosing every sense of your self in an old novel instead you keep searching paradoxically seeking your other half in persons who left you abandoned what if I told you, you’re already full what if I told you, your solitude is what you need to feel whole a part of you is missing, I can surely tell but once you find serenity in your solitude friend, you will realize your glass is unreservedly full
-things I have to remind myself at 2 AM.
p.n.c.
