trapped, i feel isolated.
never alone but crave for solitude.
sometimes i wonder,
if this is what i'm destined to be; alone.
i call myself a person open to conversation when i long to be alone, in the comfort of my own conscience.
antisocial and asocial without the aggression but nevertheless the solitude.
the loneliness and desire for freedom that i feel while being confined to the anticipations of being an adult, of being something more than just a voice ignored.
maybe, just maybe, i idealize my aloneness and twist it into something so i can make excuses for not being in a normal state of mind.
maybe, just maybe, i want to feel alone and isolated only because i don't feel free to be in a blessed state even though i have all the comfort for being in such a state.
nevertheless, isolation is something that i naturally enclose myself in... without even trying.
i want to be free but if i can't be free now, i rather be alone,
how tragically twisted
- a.
