It is cold today.
Thoughts
meaningless to anyone but myself.
I am alone.
Loneliness, not a burden nor a sorrow,
but a time of solace, of deepness
never to be shared, never to be understood.
True happiness is here, unmisted.
Unmisted by smiles or laughter,
unmisted by the joys of company.
To find true happiness,
to know if one is truly happy,
he must be happy alone.
I hope I can be.
2 comments:
Did you write this??
No, the writing isn't mine. The thoughts, yes :)
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