The Truth About Being Alone
I am alone,
But I am not lonely.
I sit and feel the breeze toss my hair
and the sun warm my skin,
And I do not wish to share this with anyone.
Because this is my secret, this feeling, this place.
And once I share it,
It is no longer mine
And the magic is lost forever.
So, while in solitude,
The air fills my lungs,
The birds chirp,
And the trees rustle.
And in that moment I feel someone,
Or rather everyone, with me.
Their thoughts,
Their worries,
Their feelings.
And I know that we are all human,
And all the same.
So while I am alone physically,
I am blissfully happy,
To know that I am not truly alone.
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Aléatoire: a poetry collection
PoesiaA short collection of poetry to inspire my creativity and hopefully anyone elses. Some are inspired by personal experiences some are not; over all it is very random as the name suggests (aléatoire is french for random). enjoy!
