I’m the type of person who needs some major loner alone time sometimes. And I haven’t had quality time with myself in a while, so I went to a nearby mall to find it.
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In my house, where I’m alone a lot. I’m alone, really, but I’m not:
The TV is there, so I watch it.
The PC is on, so I’m on it.
In the mall, I’m with a lot of people, but I’m not. I’m not really alone, but I am:
I sit at a café with a good book and/or a pen and paper, with my coffee and cigarettes.
Noise, music or both surround me.
Strangers walk all around me.
There’s no TV to watch, no PC to turn on.
So I think.
I read.
I write.
I have nothing but me, my thoughts and my unspoken, written, words.
And in the mall, with a whole bunch of people, I find myself truly, peacefully alone.
