Sometimes it’s exhausting to be alone. But if you’d ask me, I’d still choose my own company and travel the path alone.
Loneliness is a blackhole, noone will ever know the root of the feeling, and it will drain the galaxies inside you; soul and mind, leaving nothing but the markings on an empty paper waiting to be inked by the dusts clouding now your deserted mind. Deep thoughts, deep thoughts, windowing your eyes, a vast ocean inside you; never to be explored. Art in everything you do, deep thoughts are now opening your eyes to another form of understanding, oddly beautiful, and achingly joyous.
And I quote Vincent Van Gogh “We feel lonely now and then and long for friends and think we should be quite different and happier if we found a friend of whom we might say: “He is the one.” But you, too, will begin to learn that there is much self-deception behind this longing; if we yielded too much to it, it would lead us from the road.”