so i enjoy being alone.
a habit of mine that not many can understands.
i enjoy not having to answer to anyone.
or more so, to look straight through beyond one's eyes into blank thin air, weightlessly irresponsible of anyone's feelings but mine
-if anyone had to wonder about my addiction of being alone.
what is there not to be addicted to?
fiddles with your own senses,
embracing each and every one of while pushing its boundaries to another limits.
to see how much you'e grown -or not.
how much you can still be amuse by your own self.
ah, such a bliss.
one's loose loud mouth says the other day,
'i guess enjoying loneliness with a platinum credit card in your wallet is understandable'
what she missunderstood is, i wasnt asking for her understanding.
i was just enjoying my aloneness.
so i did not answer to her comment.
the enjoyment of being alone can take so many forms;
from nil pence to acquiring a brand new car.
is been awhile since i dance around naked in my own space.
or walk freely with no direction, gazing into the sky.
if im lucky i get to lay on the grass and try wether i can hear them grow.
of course i remember back in the days,
walking into a club alone, just to find my best friend behind the dj booth.. and dance the night away in my very own disposal. alone, among 1500's others.
if not, well i miss my fellow aloner: where we can have the brutal truthfullness of silences in the comfort of combined personal space.

the problem today is,
i've forgotten how id rather spend my time alone.
. . .

a friend called. ive agreed to an evening sake session.