In minds as mine sometimes you feel total isolation, and at other times: The Universe Itself. At the glance of a mind's eye, I'll leave it up to others to find a parrot who knows my name, who'll speak my name in all its glory, commanding the gods to bow down and succumb to my every whim. Though alas, I take pity. I sacrifice good time alone to suck the fog out of someone's bad day; sacrifice a good read, write, contemplation for nothing more than another gluttony of existence. I hate to sound selfish, but I feel they'll never learn. The perfect solution is to love yourself. A love enough to, if needed, be alone your whole life. Be obscure, be strange, make yourself laugh out in public libraries. Look in mirrors and admire the beautiful shape of your lips and piercing eyes. Narcissism can be a great drug in moderation. Skip merrily on a rainy day, take time to admit defeat. The strange people you come across are always the best. I actually know quite a few strange people, and two of them happen to be myself.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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