I wish to see myself on a distant peak. I aspire for greater highs. And though I try to plan for the deep valleys, and steep ravines of difficult dreams – they are the obstacles closest in form to the cracks in my heart.

You can call me 22 for now. A complex ecosystem of dreams, hopes, fears, strengths and memories.

However, I am simply what you make of me. To what extent does your soul find its reflection in me?

Fluffy words aside, I have kept little company in my life. If my heart was a home for the people in it – it would not be a cozy cabin in the woods with familiar and close friends. Rather, it would be an old and particular hotel in some exotic place. It's residents diverse, transient and unconnected – if only by the virtue of the hotel they inhabit. In other words, I'm usually the friend who pops up once in a blue moon and I talk to my friends intimately, but sporadically.

However, this is not what I'm looking for. If I can be wishful, I desire someone to grow alongside with. To hold me at my lows, and cheer me on my highs. And rest with me on the plateaus, admiring the scenery of where we are.

But, to be honest: I may have over-complicated this introduction to be a little arcane in the hopes that it will deter those drawn to curiosity because they lack their own lived experiences. Not that I am prideful particularly, but rather that it is rather uncomfortable to experience lonely company; that they are simply wild lived stories and not expressions of my being (nor wounds which ache and drink in starlight like a cracked ceiling).

Some wit, coldness or warmth, and a zeal for life. I'm sure I can learn to appreciate the rest.

As a final note. I do not consider myself a broken person. Just lonely, and a little battered or exhausted in my great journey. Write which compartment of the train you would like to be in if you read this.

As a practical note: I would like to eventually voice call. Periodically. Daily. Sporadically through a day. Something, someone to look forward to and cherish. I am looking to try to build a routine, and try to find some reliable, enjoyable company – rather than peddling out my time or emotions to the distracted tenants of my life. I actually might not even mind just sitting in a voice call silent as we go about our lives. I just want something reliable, and some assurance that we understand each other – and frankly, are not simply substitutes for the alternative: solitude. There is a fish beneath. A sliver of the shadow. Along with all that I have said; I hope one can also imagine what I have omitted.