... but yet like worthless trinkets catch the eye.. i am still drawn to the faded remnants of beauty still left on this earth. herein you will find my metaphorical treasure box of pebbles, stones, crumpled love notes and captured moments of time.
I can relate to this
I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition.