There's this place I go, a little nook I call my own. Everything I need, everything I desire, is right there with me. When no one is around, the possibilities are endless. I could go anywhere in the world, but I confine myself time and time again. What is the origin of my dismay? What sent me here? The lineage I may never understand, the roots are too deep to unearth. Too buried in the memories of life.
People strive to surround themselves with others, to barricade the world with material possessions and external beauty. No one is innocent. Those who profess their independence are born salesmen. Human nature longs for companionship, for the mere gratification of being sought after. No one wants to be alone, forever.
People strive to surround themselves with others, to barricade the world with material possessions and external beauty. No one is innocent. Those who profess their independence are born salesmen. Human nature longs for companionship, for the mere gratification of being sought after. No one wants to be alone, forever.
finnegan:
No one is alone. Come on don't act like I'm the only one who hears the voices.