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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