When can I be alone?
When am I really by myself?
Even the term 'by myself' implies that you are 'by' something,
With yourself.
Like the self is something external to you.
Someone you can sit next to.
I want to be truly alone, without myself.
I want the wind to brush past unfollowed by thought or recognition.
I want no one to know where I am, even me.
I need to be without myself,
Far away from myself.
I'm just so relentlessly 'there'.
This poem is about the true meaning of being alone, and the relentlessness of existing in a context.
