I like being alone.
I like it because I get to sit in silence and be with only my thoughts and feelings. I like being alone because I get to do what I want with no interruptions or distractions.
I like being alone because I notice things more. Like right now, I'm noticing how my lamp in my room is casting a Rhombus like shape on my one wall. I like how I can hear my dogs breathing from a few feet away, knowing that if there were others around, I wouldn't be able to hear it.
However, I don't like feeling alone.
I don't like being in a room full of people I love and not wanting to be there. I don't like trying to talk to them and their not understanding what I'm trying to say or ignoring it. I don't like being in a room with my family, but not wanting to be there. I don't like it when I'm with them but all I want to do is be alone.
I like being alone. But not feeling alone.
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Solitude
PoetryJust writings I've done during late nights about aspects in my life and world issues, topped with some short stories.