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