We are alone in this world of billions. In everything we do. In every feeling. In every frequency. Every step of the way. In a crowded room. In a movie theatre. Surrounded by thousands. We are unique. Every sound we hear is played only for our ears. Every image that enters our minds is processed by our brains and in just a few seconds it produces a roll of emotions that no other heart or soul can mimic. It doesn’t matter the amount of information we collect during the time of our lives, if only we can keep the unique spirit that lives within our bodies and feeds of our senses; if we become whole, we can say we are in peace. Loneliness is the only road towards the perfection of the soul. It allows nothing more, nothing else, not a single inference, from nobody, in order to remain truthful and loyal to itself. Loneliness, as the darkness of death, is the only certain thing we have in life.

"If I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance and I'd be dancing with myself"

"Dancing With Myself" Nouvelle Vague