I love my imagination, I love being able to fly and travel to different worlds and realms, I love and live for the ache of enioyment one feels when experiemcing art, such as when I see or read any form or piece of art that resonates with my frequency and heart, or when I myself write poems or tales or when I talk like a poet gone mad

Yet, real life does hit you so damn hard. I am the only one with big thoughts and bigger dreams, I love imagination and literary and artistic subjects but also historical, scientifi , philosophical and political,

Yet it seems there rarely is , if ever, anyone who shares the same world view as myself.

I wish to find someone who sees things like I do, who I can be myself around, who I won't feel alone with like I feel with everybody

It's so hard to live in such a dull basic world, where no one gets out of their routine of actions or thoughts,

I am the one who introduces the new perspective in any convo, why is everyone so disconnected from all the things they could think about and discover and feel and love?

It is torturing me, yes I'm in a very beautiful world that I consider to be a gift from God,

Yet I stand alone in that world's fields