Everyone is the same. Everyone is different. Subtle complexities. Glaring ones.
Words on the page stimulate. Bring to life an otherwise sleepy soul. One that needs to be electro charged. Days of wander and wane. Days of longing. Days of emptiness. Days of sobriety. Days of drunkennes. Days of feeling loved. Warm. Days of feeling utterly alone. Solo. Days of wanting to be utterly alone. Days of feeling an enormous thirst for companionship. For acknowledgement. No, acceptance, no appreciation.Wanting to fill my mind with words. My heart with intensity. To feel the flow.
Man is nowhere free except his own mind.