I like being alone sometimes where I can hear my thoughts Someplace where I can take a deep sigh, let it out and feel it at the same time. Somewhere there’s only silence, inside and out. And think, contemplate and just be… Why do some people love constant noise in their lives? Maybe I’ll understand one day… Silence – deep, profound, pure! How I yearn for it?
Don’t you love being alone in the crowd? Millions of stars in the universe! A part of it and yet apart from it? Don’t you adore the anonymity it gives? You could be anyone and get lost in it. Lost but not truly lost! As you would have you to know and identify. The mass of life passing you by Like a rolling stone – each rolling, each unique. Alone but not as alone as you could be If you lost your self, your identity to the ebb and flow of life around you. So you stand apart from the crowd. How does it matter so long you have yourself for company? And that of a couple one or two just like you. Being different is no chore, no fault, no sin. How would you feel if you lied to yourself and you were untrue? Wouldn’t that be the worst kind of betrayal? Worse than being apart from the crowd, alone in it? Unbind the chains you’ve wrapped around you, Change is the only constant – even time, the mightiest, falls! Stand alone, stand tall – the weight of one is no weight at all.
No! No pressure, dude! The velvet gloves might just give you some result but the iron fist! That will never work! Never! Not on me! I’ll just slide away…. Far away in my own world where silence reigns! Where I reign all alone… I am the queen of all I see… Slip away right in front of your eyes and you won’t be able to do anything to stop me… The iron fist doesn’t help… It hinders you…. Me? I am happy to have any flimsy excuse to visit my world… I love my world… There are all things of nature in my world except the ones I run away from in the first place – others like me! People! My world is made of sighing meadows, verdant forests, singing springs, chirping birds, rolling hills, snowcapped peaks, mesmerizing vistas and deep valleys, all kinds of flora and fauna…. A dreamy mist over the whole world with the sun shining through shyly…. Who wouldn’t love to live in such a world? My escape, my retreat! Why do you wonder why I would want to skip your world for a moment or more at times and take a breather in mine? It’s blissful, peaceful and so silent that you can actually hear it speak and sing and hum.
No! You are not allowed in! It’s mine, my space! Why would you want in when you think to use your iron fist on me? Don’t you know by now how useless it is against me? Love me, pamper me and let me go… I might just come back to you for more…. Each time, every time let me go…. I might just make you my friend…. Respect my space and I will know how crazy you are about me… The constant noise withers my soul, chips away my calm, handicaps me, debilitates me…. How can you even think to inflict such misery on me? The harder you try to hold on to me, the quicker I slip through your fingers… Don’t do this to yourself…. Don’t make me do it to you… Not the iron fist – no! The gentle hands, the velvet gloves, the soft smiles and silence – loads of it! I will love you for it, be your friend forever – the truest one! Why so much work you wonder? Letting go is so difficult for you. The reason you know – I am worth it… Every time….:)