If I am made to be alone in this lifetime,
then let me be.
I do not want to know anything about others.
I do not want to talk.
I do not want to form connections.
No pictures, no videos,
no souvenirs to hold.
No questions.
No conversations.
No ties, no threads,
no strings pulling me back.
I will listen only to what my soul can hold.
I will see only what softens my eyes.
I will feel only what my heart can take.
I will never try too hard.
Because I will be the judge of my own life.
To follow where my feet wander,
I will go where the wind does not need directions,
where my shadow is the only one that knows my name.
Let me run into the rain barefoot,
laugh into thunder,
dance with lightning until my bones burn to ashes.
I yearned to become one with the earth;
the sand, the wind, the sun, and the moon.
I will be the ocean.
I, too, will be the fire.
Loneliness will feel like a cloak of disappearance—
invisibility, and power.
To live.
To just exist.
And someday, to quietly cease,
without sound, without weight.
Let me feel less,
float more, and fade.
I only ask that the universe and its occupiers—
to let me just be.