There are times when introspection becomes more like a permanent state than a transitory one. We stop being present in the world because we are living in the depths of our minds. I get the nostalgia and the sweetness of it.

When you encounter a soul who walks alone, Listen not to tales of solitude etched in stone. For within their silence lies a hidden plea, They sought to merge with the world, but found only the sea Of faces that failed them, promises unkept, Leaving them in solitude, where quietly they wept.