Sometimes I feel lonely.
Sometimes, in those moments of quiet, I wish that someone brave and beautiful would find me, and speak to me, and hold me tighter than that.
Someone brave enough to see all of me, and feed themselves into my world on a platter of authentic beauty.
But this is the kind of beauty a soul finds only in the deep end of life, and so sometimes I feel lonely.
Even when others are around.
Because the world is not yet brave enough to be everything it was made to be, not even on days when I am lonely.
And wishing to the sky for more.