Always a bridesmaid.

Always misunderstood, never understood.

Genuine connection is rare these days. It's difficult to come by. Yet its one of the things I've intensely craved majority of my life.

To be understood.

Yet the funny part is we're looking for genuine collection late at night in a dark and loud club hoping to find the person who connects the dots of our soul.

The person who actively listens and responds.

We're not even listening to ourselves about what we want.

So here we are hiding behind the bright lights and computer screens unable to even be genuine with ourselves.

Here's to misunderstood musings and still hoping.