I used to think solitude was esphixiating. After living life in the center of everything; i now bask in solitude. Its admist company-perhaps bad company?- that i managed to lose the essence of my self-identity. I used to be a fighter, ambitious, zealous, a contemporary socialite with the old soul of debutantes of ages past. But that's all a vague memory now. i USED to be. I used to believe in the good in people, in love, in happiness, and in unicorns (lol..dont ask). i USED to believe. It was in looking for him, i lost me. So now i look for me even if it means losing him. Well, in truth I never had him *shruggs* So now in solitude i happily stand, boldly subjectifying myself to the scrutiny of judgment from one of the harshest people i know....
me.
self-reflection
introspection
retrospection
UGH. lots of "spections" going on there....
I had a dream. in this dream a naked indian walked thru the desert and told me that if i followed snuffalupagus that he would take me down the path to finding myself. lol. sooo i ask..or rather..i sing: Can you tell me how to get...how to get to sesame streeeeeettttttt *doing the charleston w/ cute tap shoes*
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