“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

     I've devoted much of my time as of recently to staying up late and thinking. I know, I should be getting a full nights sleep. However, I find the stillness in the night more important. I've always preferred silence. It's easier to think when your not expected to be a certain way, it's easier to oneself when you are alone. I would consider myself to be in nature, a loner. I don't think anyone has ever understood me, I have always been a black sheep; no one around to get me. I desperately want to find another black sheep. But not to sound egotistical, I've met no one on my psychological level. I look for someone like me in the "smart" people, but those people are idiots with no social skills. Why do I waste my time with these people? I don't know, hopefully one day, I'll find that person.

 

"These were never your true love's eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their constancies, And the wide calm brows above them! This was never your true love's speech. Why do you thrill when you hear it? You that have ridden out of its reach The width of the world or near it! This was never your true love's hair, -- You that chafed when it bound you Screened from knowledge or shame or care, In the night that it made around you!" "All these things I know, I know. And that's why my heart is breaking!" "Then what do you gain by pretending so?" "The joy of an old wound waking."

“Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece” Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita 

 Death

Spiritual transformation, new beginnings, letting go, endings, change, transition, sudden or unexpected upheaval