Sometimes, I feel alone.
Even when I’m surrounded by people…
I’m not really.
I’m alone, drifting in a rose coloured world of wonder.
I’m not sad about it— feeling alone, that is.
It’s a beautiful place, this world I live in.
I’m just saying:
The world of a dreamy, wide-open soul is sometimes lonely.
In this world, I sometimes feel like a teeny tiny sailboat trying to float in an ocean of mud and I wonder: ‘Where are the other boats like me?’
Maybe one day I’ll find them.
Maybe one day there’ll be more boats like me.