I am alone.

I need solitude: to feel, to think, to be me.

I am seriously intense and potent.

It is all part of it.

Today is the first day before tomorrow,

And the last day before the past.

There is bliss, I have felt it.

There is also pain (who hasn’t felt that)

To be whole and alive I need to read and write.

It beats the hell out of sleeping (I need that too.)

I can love or feel it for longer than most people do it.

I feel too much.  I think too much.  I need to be alone too much for your average care bear.