words (& other pretty things)

my eyes grow heavy and i sigh,

weary of facing another day alone.

but what is alone?

how does one measure the fine line

between overbearing and underwhelming?

when do you make the conscious choice

of welcoming solitude like an old friend?



xxx 

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