lonely

I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body

Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings

I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love

For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding...

Love is when Looking at a glance at youI found laughter in my eyes, Thoughts turns into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells

Moments without you made me realize How Idle I am in my life

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

If it's true what is said, that only the wise discover the wise, then it must also be true that the lone wolf symbolizes either the biggest fool on the planet or the biggest Einstein on the planet.

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

How is it that we have over 6 billion people in the world and half of them feel alone?

We have to be alone, to know that we are everything!

THEY WILL TRY TO TELL YOU THAT YOU__E MADE UP OF ATOMS AND MOLECULES.THEY DON__ KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT YOU. YOU__E MADE UP OF POETRY, LOVE AND SOLACE AND ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL LONELY THINGS THAT MAKE THIS WHOLE UNIVERSE.

I feel strangely free at such times. To behave properly is to be always courteous, always clever, and subtle and elegant. But now, when I am so alone, I do not have to be any of these things. For this moment, I am wholly myself, unshaped by the needs of others, by their dreams or expectations or sensibilities. But I am also lonely. With no one to shape me, who stands here, watching the moon, or the stars, or the clouds?

I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it__ all because of one person I__ missing.

How lonely it is!To be drowning,in a placewhere everyone can swim.

Sometimes it was hard to breathe, knowing how small my world could be. Maybe in San Francisco it wouldn't feel like the universe was conspiring to keep me in a bubble.