No, I am not alone I turn to the sky and glisten with the same stars that touch the whole world and I am not tired My face is hidden in shadows covered in blood, sweet and tears as well but I am alive. I feel the gravel beneath and between my bare toes That prickling fire air only sparks me more Everything is heightened in my scope of mind and screaming with life I know it deep down like a charge through my bones and remember that I used to feel alone but now I look up into her eyes, the universe and know it was never true I run past the illuminated windows of lives people have built for themselves and even feel connected to what they represent I make my decision and begin to fly the distance from lonely growing inside My roots are unwinding and finally ripping free from all the cages I made throughout my years I take the forest path in the comfort of dark so that I can be alone but won't have to feel alone. I sit among the towering old trees and I breathe a deep gulp of the universe It is calm and eccentric and everything at once It breathes I breathe and I am not alone not ever wherever we are we are not alone.
Thought I'd share one of my earliest poems, found in a journal entry. This is a lot longer than I normally do, but I had to include it all.