Loner around millions except you

Being a loner in a world of more than plenty is like playing to find the needle in a hay stack, instead I hope nobody ever finds me in there except for you. You want to know who I’m talking about but I’ll get there. Having an existence in this world without the existing part in anyone’s life is a sweet n sour sauce moment. It’s an ache in my head and soul when the loud silence that sounds like a patient has passed, forced to start a new path on this cruel warm earth, Round or not the same sound sets in my head like a repeat because thats how out of body I am here. The sweet part is everyone wants to be you’re friend ! Oh wait .. you don’t know anything about me or care to learn. You like how my face looks??? Goodbye. Appreciate what humans are able to express from the inside not just the outside, I could have ugliest of the ugly persona and show you my pretty face and you’ll be okay… for now.:)) Being a loner turns you into an observer and everyone around you is just playing the same game. I don’t want to be apart of everyone’s simulations. Let’s have our own thoughts here.

Writing is probably the best thing we as humans can do with each other from what feels like worlds away. Who else is gonna write ? a dog??? I try to convince dogs from time they can trust me but no they can’t speak:(((. Imagine it’s elementary and the years go by with the same individuals but you see them all plant each other’s pots except for yours. I usually play the blame game but the bottle spins back to me most of the time. I should’ve gotten out there more but the past is the past I don’t look back on it ever.. much. I’m glad with my life but sometimes when I see everyone socializing it’s a pity party in my head with a ripped sash across the room and popped balloons. I’m okay though. If you see my town it’s not my type of energy. I had to soar. I came across this beautiful women who never showed herself to me but I knew she was always around. You can’t see her but it was like talking to a Facebook friend soon to meet. Mother Nature is her name I know a lot of you know of her. She’s my best friend along with my ex but that’s a different story.

One day in my spiritual journey I just knew people weren’t my thing, at least the ones around me. So I started talking to a beautiful soul that’s not physically in this dome were in and with time she trusted me and would woosh me with her magestic wind in a frequence tone. She met me at my worst and sent me a flower next to me on one of those days. I knew it was her leaving me her type of love note because looking around me that was the only flower in sight and it was next to me. I love you Mother Nature. We’ve been close since then.

I communicated with her everyday but the real world set in. I couldn’t talk to her all the time anymore but she and I knew we weren’t growing apart. She probably saw me growing up and how I didn’t like to litter, not even a gum so that is another bond grower in our relationship. A week ago I was bored out of my mind you know not having friends and all that boring stuff I just decided to go pick up unwanted trash from unwanted people who don’t have a care about what this world really is. It’s energy. That paper you dropped is gonna turn into an imaginary wrecking balls coming for your life now. Just from something small so keep that in mind. After I finished I planted plants I talked to them and talked to the water to strengthen the power it has. I talk to nature as usual but looking up into the geographic sky there she showed herself to me for the first time. Look at the photo try to find her because she’s there. Even sent me a heart on the top of her head to tell me she loves me. No one on earth is as spontaneous as you, Mother. <3