sheer curtains allow for street lamp glows
passing through, illuminate the walls
playing with shadows, silhouette of life not there
silence of all things, but thoughts screaming
comfort in being alone, spending time with myself
serenity, surrounded by dark
like I can glow when the light is all gone
when street lamps dim and shadows die
I can be alone
loving myself, as if I am the only thing I'll ever need
it matters, finding comfort in being alone
room of closed door and windows
walls of lilac, cold hard floor
where the walls tell me secrets
and lilac smiles through its cracks
cold hard floor chuckles as it chills the air
bliss if I have ever known it
surrounded by nothing but feeling everything
as I play with the shadows
stare at the silhouettes of life not there
I feel the comfort of being alone