Alone With You or Them

Alone With You or Them

I like being alone, even when people are around.

They can mocks, chuckles, spittle, and the best of all, isolate.

I love for being not assailed by such outer demanding.

Just like my four legged friend. Keep barking with his ill damaged throat. Knowing it can be the death of him. It is better dies in expression rather than lives long cuddle with each others in repression.

You know? It’s stressful to dances in the strange crowd. But it will be easy to dances alone, while a bunch of people watching.

I’m not consider myself special.

I just prefer unmoved by the wave of the crowd, but moved freely according the flow of my own being.

I’m not glorying my aloness by claiming “I love being alone!” To people, while whiskies, cigarettes, heroin, and cocaine spreads all over my table, accompanies me.

Just because nobody are around you, it doesn’t means you’re alone. Just because everybody are around you, it doesn’t means that you’re not alone.

Loneliness is sickness

Aloness is boundless

I’m still alone, while being with you or them.