With Without

I'm-

 

alone-

 

completely, alone-

 

me-

 

I-

seperate myself from others,

burn my bridges, build my walls till

I-

can be

alone-

in

solitude.

 

I-

love the peace,

the quiet,

that comes with

nothingness;

that comes with without.

 

I-

love to be alone,

love the lack of busy bees,

the abundance of sky,

the sweet yellow birdsong of my own tranquility.

 

I-

love to be alone.

Seperated-

Discrete-

 

A lack of bees suits me...

till I want something sweet.

This poem is about: 
Me

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