where dreams go

(re)tape 6: alone

I enjoy being alone,

I welcome of the gust of wind and the light rain that land and brush upon my skin.

I enjoy being alone,

I can see things clearer, I notice the smaller things in more profound and detailed way.

I enjoy being alone,

I would like to think that I spend my short time better when I'm alone rather than having company.

I enjoy being alone,

When others look at me in a different way, my mind stares at them the same.

I enjoy being alone,

I love it when the beach welcomes me ecstatically as the waves crash by the shore.

How is it that they find me peculiar when we were created alone,

How is it that they stare at me with judgy eyes when soon we would also be buried alone.

Is it that odd going out alone?

Is it that strange having no one but yourself who you can rely to?

Do people find it amusing that it could be something that they can talk about?

Or is this all just in my mind? When I'm outside, and alone, and I am accompanied by my thoughts.

Well at least I liked me better when I'm alone.

And that's all that matters.