I have never been looked deeply in the eyes. All that surrounds me is solitude

[Crematoryy]

I observe the objects around me, and they remain static. In the exact place where I left them: none of them have moved, they are all the same. Because no one has moved the objects, no one has interacted. I am in a desert. Alone in the desert.

There is a funereal aura of silence permeating the reality I am experiencing. As if a psychological twilight overshadows my senses, and all I see is my own solitude reflected in the world. How it hurts me to know, oh God, how I would have liked to have been looked in the eyes. How I would have liked someone to see my true self and accept it. How I wanted to recognize the physicality of the other person who observes me with intense eye contact.

 

[Quietist]

This choked me up.

 

[TheLastGreySky]

What is the legacy of a person that does not conquer and thirst for greater things?
You want love, and if you can handle the agony then great... But the love you describe is not something that you find. It's something that you build with someone else.
And until you can love yourself, then you too will remain static.

 

[Bootleg Astolfo]

People who look at me in the eye usually get intimidated to a comedic extent, apparently grey is just terrifying a colour to the average nerd.

 

[scoba32]

People who look at me in the eye usually get intimidated to a comedic extent, apparently grey is just terrifying a colour to the average nerd.

grey?

 

[Bootleg Astolfo]

grey?

Yeah theyre actually grey, with yellow spots. Ive rarely seen anyone who has those lol

 

[Luvwww.com]

I observe the objects around me, and they remain static. In the exact place where I left them: none of them have moved, they are all the same. Because no one has moved the objects, no one has interacted. I am in a desert. Alone in the desert.

There is a funereal aura of silence permeating the reality I am experiencing. As if a psychological twilight overshadows my senses, and all I see is my own solitude reflected in the world. How it hurts me to know, oh God, how I would have liked to have been looked in the eyes. How I would have liked someone to see my true self and accept it. How I wanted to recognize the physicality of the other person who observes me with intense eye contact.

:(