Poetry, photography, whatever is in my head when the randomness escapes.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Comfort
As the silence and solitude grows
So does the comfort of being alone
Those once missing pieces found
Now gone again, abruptly away
Yet stronger now than before
I revel in the inimitable feeling
Of having no one, of being alone
alone is a choice or brought on by actions or words
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