Looking for souls, not just conversations
Some nights make you realize how vast the world is, and how strange it is that we all carry entire galaxies of thought without ever speaking to one another.
So here I am M23 looking for new friends.
Not the performative kind built on constant small talk, but the rare kind where conversations drift from music to childhood memories, from absurd humor to the terrifying beauty of existence at 3 a.m.
I like people who think too deeply, laugh too suddenly, and stay awake wondering if life was meant to feel this fleeting.
If you’re lonely in the poetic sense of the word,
we’ll probably get along.