...sometimes I want to run away.

I yearn for the pixies who discuss issues, not people. Who care about environmental sustainablilty, not getting the best deal.

The more I understand, sometimes I realise that there is much being said that I dont particularly care to understand.

"Just join in, speak!" They say. But I dont know anything about trucks, or cars, or machinery. And I think the meal that she lovingly prepared was wonderful, not missing salt or prepared incorrectly. Why must these things be spoken of? They do not interest me, I do not care to "join in".

Where are the gentle people of the world, the quiet people. People with their priorities a little flexibile. People with open minds, deeply rooted hearts and wings of courage?

sometimes I'm not certain of who I am, and sometimes it is astoundingly clear that I am not this - this place, of these people.

And time ticks by, and Im still here.

And I cant help but wonder why.

Fuck Im lonely.