Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after a while no one is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it. You can stand swarmed by groups and mobs and hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company. But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts, an essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from pre-school over to high school groaning, are tokens for holding the lonely at bay. 'Cause if you’re happy in your head, and solitude is blessed, and alone is okay. It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses can’t think like you, this be me. It keeps things interesting; life’s magic things are rich. And it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. Take silence and respect it, if you have an art that needs practice stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it. You could be, in an instant, surrounded if you need it, if your heart is bleeding, make the best of it, there is heat in freezing. Be a testament.