My Lonely Idealist Shadow

It has been awhile since I have written anything. Well at least published anything on here...most of the things I have written were written in moments of clarity and fear. There is no harm in publishing them I guess.

Life is fine. Moments of loneliness, moments of empowerment. Great moments, but just moments.

Life is just a string of moments, and there are times when I want to break this string. I never do though. I think about it daily, but it's just like running my finger on it or playing with it. Maybe I am just realizing how fragile it is, and how disposable it is. Then I wonder what is stopping me from breaking it.

I'm lonely right now, and I hate feeling lonely. Then again I honestly feel like I have always been alone, ever since I sat on those damn steps in the dark. It makes me feel like I don't appreciate those around me, but I guess I just want that one person to take my string and create art,or smile, or just acknowledge that it's beautiful.

Someone just take me away...

What an idealist's thought. My downfall is my idealism. God, there are days when I HATE being a romantic dreamer, but hey maybe I can shape my string into what I see in my dreams.

So maybe I don't need someone to create art with my string...

Just me and my dreams. Such a lonely idealist I am. Someone keep me company, please?

Nujabes makes it easy for me to dream.