Tell Me If It's Chilly Outside

Its weird how much you can relate to someone else. Until you talk to each other you won’t suspect a thing. With experiences that are personal and intentionally private you tend to think you alone and that no one knows what your going through. You are, in your mind, a Freudian discoverer. By stumbling into this series of events you feel like you’re through the looking glass. Alice never had anything this bad.
 
Why is it that some of us believe to be an island? Or at least we wish we were. Its always a surprise when we realize others do in fact have depth to them and do truly know what you’re going through. As much as being an island is great, it is reassuring to be reminded you’re not alone.
 
I’m sure some choice people would love to interpret this but not yet. Just give me a little time.