It seems the period of success and peace is a fertile soil for the germination of seeds of loneliness

It’s the calm that brings the storm
And slowly I yearn for that elusive company for the rainy nights
I indulge in temporary watering of my seeds but it’s not a long term or an ideal solution
I come out of the soil and seek the sunlight – the harsh ultraviolet games men and women play before courting
I put myself out there to meet people, and risk getting hurt
Most times I end up getting hurt and drowned in the storm
And my leaves turn brown and branches wither, in the harsh climates of societal dating
Then I withdraw into my spore form, where it’s impenetrable, dark, and lonely but also, it’s…
Comfortable, free from torment

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