In having segregated the personal spaces of my life into different levels, there should be an understandment between being physically and emotionally constant into a person's life.
Seemingly enough, i'm.. content. I physically see many of my great friends on a regular basis, constantly occupied and pretty much satisfied. But it doesn't help the fact on coming home and being washed up with so many thoughts without fail. Feels like a void i'm having trouble filling up no matter how hard i try.
To feel connected, to feel understood, to feel different, to feel the having of something, something.. more. Something which wasn't merely on the plain surface of things, something different.
Something i once had, but it's all gone now and i'm a lost man.
Goodnight
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