Find you if you can.

Why do you long for companionship when we’re alone and crave for solitude when we’re “paired”? When is “alone time” good and when is it depressing? Why does it become depressing in the first place? Isn’t “alone time” another form of meditating to yourself for yourself in order to become yourself again? So why is it that when we reach the climax of self-ish aura we yearn to share this aloneness with someone?

If, let’s say, our need for companionship is stirred by physical urges, then why is it that once those urges are quenched, we seek something deeper? Why can’t it just flow, like food does when it fills you up and needs to be excreted?

And then there are the times where you just want to be alone. To do what? To find yourself again. But why did you lose yourself? Because you were with someone who either morphed you into him or you changed your skin to match his environment. And then you’re alone now. And you found yourself. And you say: “finally, I know what I want and what I loathe”, and the first thing that conjures up your mind is to look for someone who would intersect with your new you, in hopes that you may not compromise yourself anymore. For what purpose? To test the limits of your new self or to negate your conclusions of yourself in order to find another you lurching somewhere behind the layers of personalities which await their phasely incarnation?

I don’t know.