Thoughts

Unpleasant, isn't it? The days and nights ... Really loneliness is something that I need to taste differently. Less bitter I believe! Try to enjoy it, prove it in another aspect. Texture, maybe ... Or it could be the temperature. I can heat it, so it would change the taste. Perhaps you drink it like an afternoon tea, or rather, you fall asleep ... Maybe you sleep better, and maybe wake up well. "Maybe ..." it sounds uncomfortable to me at times, that can be it! I will replace the "maybe" with "certainty," but what would I use to certainty in something I couldn't bear? Maybe the "Maybe" is a friend, who wants my good, disguising the certainty of something indigestible; be lonely. - I watch you, O beauty, I don't deny that I admire you, but I contend that your arguments are not convincing. For a day or two, maybe, but not forever. Your beauty constrains the man who has true intentions. In the flirting, there is a game, of charm, beauty and desire ... So you can have company. In love, no! It requires transparency, not of the attractive body, but of the soul that everyone tries to cover up, because in it lies the true "I". By this I say that you are also solitary. I am not beautiful, but I know from afar, love and loneliness.