Life is loneliness with no purpose, pour your soul into joy, fulfillment and companionship.

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Life is loneliness with no purpose, pour your soul into joy, fulfillment and companionship.
Colourless days make me want the light in New York.
The roaring void of the universe is a lonesome romance of melted, molten stars standing in the light.
Do not sit instead, run madly in a crowd of busy people. It is so easy to drift and rush, or rather, flail in aimless routine.
Open Alice's door to words and worlds. A stream-of-consciousness and the brilliance of life.
You gave me stories and poems so, very simply, you show me that hope and love are in this world.
I am a vampire as my senses fed involuntarily on the world. I can't stop looking - the glow of the air, and deep lovely blue are a taste blazing with color.
It is such a notion, that light might be an old friend to me.
I hope you travel, I beg you to go to the light.
Do you love that her mind wanders to nonsense? Let her have quiet, and encourage her heart to foster that intelligence.