Life as a puzzle. Life as a book. Journeys, stories, pictures of answers to every question you could think of. Cohesive gatherings of thoughts and points. I try to understand my ever so complicated self. Self assesment, re-assurance and seeking security. Few of an undying list to ask myself. From the simplest of, to the extent of what. Indeed misery of itself seeks company of a different form.
I now realize the relevance of not being able to live your life alone on your own. Crazy as it could be, an experience that keeps flashing on my head. A moment in time when I was alone. Relatively and figuratively. Sadness was my misery and loneliness was its company.