Stockpile of the Universe

[Semesta TigaPagi]

Glee in this untraveled holt,
Ecstasy on the lonely shore,
A mankind, where none snoop,
The deep thoughts, strains on its core.

Secure in a room,
Ingenuity becomes the creation,
Thrived in solitude.​

Note: wide awake at 1:00 and decided that solitude is (still) a bliss

 

[Semesta TigaPagi]

Yet I'm stuck in the idea of romance;
A dreamer.

I want to actually fall in love with a man,
And then marry him.



- From Family Ties by Ottilie Webber.
Found this when I feel so miserable about my love life, or just my life in general.