Its crazy to me.
How the ending of something can prolong itself.
How one can completely forget their reasons for a decision.
I want to be alone.
And yet I have this gnawing feeling in my stomach when I am.
I suppose it isn't the human way.
I have never been what one would call normal.
But I still have never felt like this much of an outsider.
I watch the world in front of me, and can only sometimes see my place in it.
One ending.
And just a face, a similar shirt, a  blurry photograph can bring everything back in full force.
I want to be alone.
I am independent.
But I am still waiting, to find what I've been looking for.
Consider this a hiatus in the grand scheme of things.
And cheers, to the bittersweet feelings that cloud my already fogged train of thought.
Because what would a boring normal mind be anyway.