Dressed For Loneliness

There are days when you wake up and realise the busy schedule has somehow sneaked up on you and you haven't done something you enjoy for a long while. You don't even realise the hours are tumbling past you. You sit half-dressed and not even a little bit ready to go out and do your daily work. You start compartmentalising everything in your head. You just want to sit and enjoy the things you love most. Some times I just want to scream out because I haven't talked in a while..nothing worthwhile anyway..not to someone I wanted to talk to anyway...I hunger for new things, excitement, the routine bores me and leaves me drained of all energy and inspiration. I have failed to run with others and I have found my own pace. It doesn't fall into a perfect rhythm with anyone but it does 95% (according to that person it's only 50%) of the time with someone I know. I cannot run away from who I am and I cannot force myself to be someone I cannot ever be. I may be an utter failure in life because of this or a penniless, mad, homeless outcast; a hippie even maybe. I will be happy as long as I walk at my own pace and I know that.

"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear." -Stephen King  (via wakeupinfrance)

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