isolation [Theme] Page 1

I never let on, that i was on a sinking ship.
I never let on that i was down.
I never pretended like I was a sinking ship.
I never acted like I was crushed.

Any congenital defect of sorrow for the family, and grief makes even the most sociable confined, don't let me keep you people.

It was the isolation of a man desperately protecting his pride from fate, which is that it crushes and twists.

I'm a very private person who loves solitude. Me in an ordinary minibus to drive is a big challenge, my mind kind of experience.

... In a closed society, people become petty.

You don't know me. I'm a girl from the last row. Never pull the hand. Afraid to say the wrong thing and so silent. I would die to see such a crowd. But something happened, suddenly a real problem in school became more important than my fears. I don't think that will be released today, but... need to be yourself. So there you go. I was a rebel.

Do not lock yourself, don't!
Around countless planets,
Other worlds somewhere out there - beloved eyes
And whose heart beats with your beat.
And only the isolation one obstacle...
And even if the horizon goes up
And even if there is no one to tell
It's not the same
You live, then continue on the ball!
So be it, so you can fly
And you can fly... Maybe...
Do not beat your heads in the global firmament
Your break the circle, feel the moment!

Is it not a disaster - the universal of heaven, where everyone sits with their own heat inside and can make others feel it's disgusting taste, but this is what he wanted most in the world?

... everyone was in their own worlds, raced on their own roads.

I was too calm, too reserved. To anyone not addicted. I have so always. My interlocutors themselves fit, seeing in me what they need.

I felt like I climbed into the carapace - the outer world for me no longer existed, and its irritants answered my copies. They were always three. One is deaf, another dumb, third blind.

He locked himself so deep into myself that I didn't know how to go back there.

If humanity, communication between people is considered a kind of religion, Gobseck could be called an atheist.

Spiritual loneliness leads to the same consequences as the solitude in nature: the habit of inward develops sensitivity, allowing you to notice the slightest nuances in the treatment of humans as well as among complete silence catch even a barely noticeable rustle.