Alone.

What could you possibly offer me that someone else hasn’t already. And aren’t you just another form of chaos.
Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to relationships. I don’t have the fortitude to brave the new shores of men. I have chosen to seek love elsewhere; in solitude, in photographs, in unknown lands, in the green mountains of home, in the laughter of my friends. After all, didn’t Bukowski say it best,

“there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late”

― Charles Bukowski

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