Loneliness often finds me, my own company, a sanctuary, created by a younger me, at times I desire to be accepted, not to fit in, but to be seen, momentarily, fitting in, a foreign feeling, I enjoyed it, being me, I still do, but as I grew older I questioned it more, questioned change, my attempts interrupted, nature would always call, call me back to myself, complicating life, the appeal to live as another, forgetting ourselves, concealing our uniqueness, instead of acknowledging it’s beauty, differences waiting to be explored, similarities evident, sure, however, individual lives, dissimilar, moulded by personal experiences, previous legacies forever intertwined, diversity, inescapable, society accepting, if you conform, a constant fight, met with loneliness, because no one will ever be you, no one will ever understand you, not fully.