I’ve been alone now for so long, I’m getting use to the feeling. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to have friends and someone to share your thoughts.
Working on bicycles and practicing music has me in a mood. Especially because I’m not sharing my thoughts with anyone, I’ve been feeling so isolated from people. I’m finding focusing on work rather than human interests has a potential for further knowledge to my own interests.
I love music so much, but it is a practice of social studies. Practicing alone has its own understanding rather than a media of the practice. You find yourself wanting the most foreign of figures. A desperation I can’t explain or begin to understand, but it is very intriguing once I pass the feeling of the abstract…