I keep thinking about all the people and creatures in the world that will never know me or me them. As William Butler Yeats was to have said 'There are no strangers here, just friends you haven't met yet.' I feel sad when I think of all the potential friendships and connections I could have made and yet haven't been able to do so.
Even when I am with people I feel isolated. I feel a bit like the hollow eyed creature sitting up there on a tree branch in my collage above. Always on the periphery. Always on the outside looking in.
Thankfully I enjoy my own company but am occasionally curious to know what it would be like to be with people who truly 'get me'.