It is strange, roaming around in a body that feeds off of having intellectual connections with people. It is weird, living with the desire to reach out to others. Yet, every conversation with depth can be compared to; “The one who got away” feeling.
It is strange, thinking that I know what I need. Yet, I distance myself from what I think that I know.
I find it odd because, the close people that I surround myself with see much deeper in me. Yet, I can hardly appreciate what is on the surface.
Something needs to be expressed, and understood by a confiding presence.
What needs to be said, I do not know.
Though, I do know that what I am, and how I am living in my head-should be said.