Ohhhh man

I cannot shake this all consuming cynicism!!!
Where are my elevated, artistic allies? Brothers... sisters... friends... lovers... when did life as an socio-intellectual observer become so isolated? Am I to assume that location will forever bind me to loneliness in the pursuit of a higher plane of thought? Are text-based perspectives to be my only source of true companionship?
I really wish I could permeate these walls with my intent; so much so that I could be recognized by like-minded individuals beyond the boundaries of geography, time, and social difference. I hope somebody out there feels me... if only in the lick of a cold wind or a fleeting ray of sunshine through the divisions of cloud and cloud.