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.
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