There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide
There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do
Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am
Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone
a.r.
