Time alone,
and moments of silence,
are few,
and far between here.
Swimming in a room of voices,
diving into the world,
and I find myself,
enjoying it.
I don't miss being alone,
nights where I would have dates with myself.
I could never go a cupel days,
without being alone,
before.
But here,
I find myself in love,
with this life,
and these people
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Time alone,
and moments of silence,
are few,
and far between here.
Swimming in a room of voices,
diving into the world,
and I find myself,
enjoying it.
I don't miss being alone,
nights where I would have dates with myself.
I could never go a cupel days,
without being alone,
before.
But here,
I find myself in love,
with this life,
and these people
Request permission to use this poem