Lucky

You are very lucky if you have someone whom you can tell about your highs and lows without them thinking that you are fucked up because they know that what is inside you is a strange yet beautiful soul.
And so we keep it to ourselves than beg to give us a little time. We don't want to look like a fucked up but someone who only wants to burn time with someone around. We drown ourselves in writing poetry and drawing portraits just for distraction because we don't have that loyal someone. Maybe someone willing to read and understand the deepest thoughts that slowly corrupts our joyful soul. Maybe we need someone who talks about the games we play, the food we eat, the music we listen to or just stay silent and enjoy the ambience of a fascinating sunset. Maybe someone more than just a lover. Maybe a friend.