Moon Child

I forget I have Tumblr, I forget I don't have followers on here and its like my own little spam of a spam page, I can post as much as I want and I won't be annoying any of the followers I have on instagram.

Have you all gotten tired of what I'd like to share with you all, and what makes my soul sing and dance?

I'm no mind reader but, how that would be such a gift. My anxious little heart just needs to know where I stand with people. If im being honest I feel so left out somedays that calling me lonely wouldn't even began to describe the hunger and primal urge of desperation I feel in regards to needing connection in my life.

I think after this heartbreak, I've become a more grounded and wise individual but at the same time I've become such a shut-in. I'm not scared of people, I've never been timid of putting myself out there, but I guess I guess don't want to put myself in position to be left again, I mean that could always happen but it still hurts ya know.

Have I hit my peak?

I also feel like I try and make the effort with people in my life, that being friends, family, lovers... and I'll admit I feel quite undervalued and underappreciated, I wish my insides could be seen as even more beautiful than my outsides, I don't care about my appearance and how that attracts people. that's just a cheap thrill that keeps enabling this cycle, without asking others to stay. I would love to share all my secrets, stories and experiences with someone, maybe this is too much to ask from the modern man or woman but under all this tech and advancements were still human, and I think we all share the same needs and desires, right? I see you for you and you see me for me. What a silly little idea but one can dream I suppose.