It’s hard here where people have their own little solar systems of needs. I need a glass of whiskey with some dilution, so I can explain myself better to them. May I come visit you after? I swear I won’t be a bother. I understand if you don’t want me there. It’s the whiskey, isn’t it? You needn’t do me a favor, only if you really want me to. (and I say to myself, there our solar systems collided)
As I sat to analyze my first line, "Everyone has their own little solar system of needs", I realized what I meant. People have their needs, people are the source, much like the sun and the planets relate, and like the sun people are the center of gravity, the center of attention.
Though discussing with a friend, I know I am part of the crowd, and its not wrong to be like that. Selflessness is troublesome in its own way. It isn't a question of right or wrong, but about everyone. How the universe, the galaxies, solar systems co-exist.
As I sat to analyze my first line, "Everyone has their own little solar system of needs", I realized what I meant. People have their needs, people are the source, much like the sun and the planets relate, and like the sun people are the center of gravity, the center of attention.
Though discussing with a friend, I know I am part of the crowd, and its not wrong to be like that. Selflessness is troublesome in its own way. It isn't a question of right or wrong, but about everyone. How the universe, the galaxies, solar systems co-exist.
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