Jotted Notes and Thoughts 2/10/24
Lost in loneliness. Desperate to escape. Desperate is no escape. Escape to be lost. Lost in loneliness.
A relatable distance with moments of choice and the ability not to connect.
The vulnerability. The lies. The phony game that fills me with disgust.
Isolation can be quite comforting, while the shadows of loneliness are haunting.
Not recognized by foreign perception, or just disgusted by animal games.
How I see a shadow on the world, a distance beyond.
The question of loneliness becomes a stigma, and the reality of time somehow makes it a way of life.
The imagination steps in for fulfillment, but isolation cannot cure the pain of loneliness.
The beauty of fashion seems to give women a bigger imagination than they actually have.
I, we, am I, I, without we? Do you remember me? Am I remembered? Did we forget how to connect? Don’t want to overstep, but I want to speak. I don’t mind being foolish, but I want to be. I want to be me.