One to mark the celebration Two for social lubrication Three to mask the contemplation Fueling fervent conversation Four to drain the well of worry Senses fading in a flurry Five to rove with reckless glances Shallow thoughts of old romances Six reveals a stained reflection Broken binds of introspection Seven sinks in cold contrition Isolation grants admission.
“The only person you will ever know in your life is you. Pursue ruthless self-knowledge, daily. The more you learn of you, the better your relationships with others will be, for the less pretence will exist in your life. But don’t fool yourself. They don’t know you, and you don’t know them.”—