lonely is a freedom and I wont be told otherwise
No one around to impress or persuade
Only me and my thoughts
And whatever music I choose to listen too
Ya know there is happiness in that
In the fact that right now at this very moment
Sitting in my bed, alone, listening to classical music
I am more me then I may have ever been
I have been in a constant search for myself
We all have if you think about it
And I search outwardly which is stupid
Because where am I except within myself
Where am I if I’m not right here, just existing
We all, myself included, have this fantasy about life
This fantasy that life is full of lavish love,
Ball room dancing, and big happily ever afters
But what none of us really understand is that
While we’re sitting here wondering where all the
Happily ever afters are our lives are happening
They’re happening right before our eyes
And what are they full of if not love
And surprises
And ups and downs
And problems. But that’s perfectly okay.