Aloneness

I like being alone. Zoned into cold focus, roaming my soul. No approaches means no reproaches, no burdens at all. Nothing to do, a blank wall's a comfortable view, while multiple fools lead to rumbling feuds. I'd rather slumber, it's cool. Or be awake in silence, thanking my eyelids for blinding me from blatant disquiet. Gaze at horizons, seeing all the space that comprise them. 

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