Alone

Alone. Yes it said it, cliche I know. But not alone like a million people in a room with no one to talk to... But alone, like a single daisy in a field of weeds. Beautiful, the one thing that catches your eye in the mayhem the weeds have caused. But still alone. Alone like the daring bird who soars the skies. No fellow chirping, no more than two wings and a dream as far as his eyes can see. But still alone. Alone like the solitary star blazing through the universe. Surrounded by many but none at the speed which only this star can reach. Bringing delightful wishes to whomever eyes it may catch. But still alone. See, alone is not a bad thing but merely exquisite time lost and disguised to deepen ones fear of never being content. Not with another but ourselves.

What I would give to be alone.