It is so easy to feel alone.
To be saying “I love you” one moment, and to be drowning worried insecurities by blasting hopeless, alternative music the next.
Some days, I think it is a lack of words, a difficulty in expression, that keeps us from all that we love, all the while being acutely aware of the fact that there are gaps between people that even language cannot fill.
Perhaps, comfortable distances too, are natural. Perhaps, unity, oneness, is a facade.
Perhaps, fickleness of heart is just as normal as lying or catching a cold.