Is craving human connection selfish?
I don’t know even why I crave it
Should I be content with the sensation
Of warmth in my hand from the Sun?
I don’t even understand humans
I feel so different from them in so many ways I have to remind myself I’m one of them
I feel like a foreigner
Except to the Earth herself
Is this supposed to be some sick lesson in existing all alone when being alone was my one fear as a teen?
I wonder
I do
Time is dripping away like it’s contained in a massive sieve
Dripping
Constantly
And this constant reminder
Maybe I would be less terrified of dying if my life had any quality
Anyways
Just more musings of the all alone
Who knows?
Maybe they’ll keep someone company one day
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