Isolation

At times an island. Swimming ever further away, toward some abyss. Oh, maybe said abyss is gorgeous, a friend forever once we meet. Tangle me up with her, let me lose myself in her darkness.

Have you ever been surrounded by people and loneliness is beating its fists on your chest, breaking it's way into your ribcage, heading straight for the heart? Shallow waters are nothing but a reminder of the beauty of the ocean. That endless ocean moving all around me. It's not about people, it's about the inner warrior. How much can you cope with silence and love and emptiness and the sound of your own ticking brain? You don't have? Really? Alas, some have an abundance of thoughts, perhaps it balances out somewhere.

Beautiful isolation. I feel unsure as to why some permanently need voices fingering their earholes. Listen to the silence, like a sky waiting for a solitary bird to glide through it. A medicine for the madness of the city, for the way we live our lives. Speed. Turn it all off. The switches. The motions. Slow it down, see it all go by, whizzing, lifeless in its passing. Sometimes choose the quiet way. Sometimes it is filled with the busiest moments of inspiration.

At times an island.