That feeling, that you are alone should remind many, not some that all people are alone and you’re not the only one that feeling when you’re lonely is not the experience of a few so therefore, no one is really alone when we’re all lonely too
Your smell is my favorite color Your touch my favorite instrument Your mind my favorite story Your kiss my favorite flavour Your smile my favorite song
I have a bag full of money Filled only with paper notes it’s not really all that heavy Infact, It’s so light it often floats So I’m glad I don’t carry The weight of the rich on my back because life would be so scary weighed down by a sack I’d rather be up and airy strung along by a balloon Flying up like a fairy Scattering money from the moon