A.V

The slow humming of the psychology lecture is filling the whole room, I sit down along a voyager. His words answers, as I write some question down in a diary, for him to read. His voice expressed everything. Neither did I spoke a word nor, did I look at him once in this whole conversation.      Then, with the slow humming filling the air, a PPT is present in front of us, the windows open to let the ethereal rays shine upon us and, long pauses fill the air between us. Me: You ok? Him: Yes. Me: Sure? . Him: (Chuckle) umm..... maybe. . Me: What do you think troubles you? Him: Hmmm, what troubles me..... let me think. Maybe... it's my family, like I have had frequent fights with my sister.  . Me: How is your relationship with your family? . . Him: I, have a good relationship with my mother, like it's beautiful but, my sister, not so much. Like she gets weird mood swings, and anger issues, so I have to think and evaluate everything before approaching her. . Me: And your father? . .

 Only True When Alone  Solitude is what I seek, can't handle  the fast and crowded pace of life. The fear of human interactions still rooms around,  and somehow I survive the battlefield of society. Standing out In crowds makes me anxious, but I still manage to keep my walls up.  Praise makes me awkward, and  mistakes make me freeze.  Opening up to people takes its time,  being vulnerable can take an eternity. The triad of Music Art and Literature is what I love with a full heart. No matter how anti-social or socially awkward I may be. I also crave lovely one to one  conversation, where   The calm tides of words resonate with violet winds and, pass through the garden of the heart. The slow and warm rain of comfort, and love showering from above. Wearing masks and forming layers,  why is it so common now. Faking our behavior and pretending, things that were never true. Hiding everything from others, and trying to be a lone wolf. Walking a path alone,  to its goals. It feels good alo