I've been having some sort of a block for what seemed like ages, I had almost nothing to say & this has become the usual overwhelming status that hardly changes. I cannot tell the difference between the days anymore, they are strikingly similar & though not necessarily bad, they are just the same. Some people are meant to be loners. And no matter how many people talk to them, care about them or stick to them wherever they go; they are lonely minds, lonely people. Loneliness is wild, loneliness is the avalanche that falls upon you when you're least expecting it and it's surprisingly familiar even when it surprises you. Sometimes I just hate myself when Im silently staring at nothing in particular. Sometimes I just want to keep talking & laughing. Sometimes I just want to have fun like everybody does. I wish I knew what bounds me from the freedom Im entitled to enjoy, I wish I could tear off the invisible ties that surround me just to find out. I wish I were able to enclose golden sun rays in my bare hands & ask them why I've been feeling so lonely lately. Maybe they'd own up to the mystery.
But still, loners are loners.