I love being alone. Sitting on the beach. Standing in a train. Walking among the trees. Lying on my bed. Staring at nothingness. Lost in my thoughts.
In the dusklight. At night. Under the dark heavens. Counting fabulous diamonds. My fingers touching frozen air. Wind slashing across my face. Cold, and dewdrops falling.
Riding a wild horse. Concocting a potion. Living on a mountain. Fires sizzling, reveries raging. Intoxicated by the eyes, beguiled by the words, mesmerized by the touch. Gripping feverish passions. Crafting naked art. Feeling a schizophrenic, alcoholic mind.
Talking to fairies, angels, elves, pixies, in strange tongues. Making me feel alive. In magic and madness. Drinking in beauty. Holding warmth. Making love, with the skies.
Me. My mind. None else. Life and yet not these. Wild, frenzied, crazed, nomadic. A feral beast in a forest. Peace and quiet, content. A golden glow.
I need to be alone.
About Me
- Serpentine
- Standing under a streetlight, shielded by the shade, I step out when the road is empty, to walk my own solitary path. Loving and hating, despairing yet hoping, trusting and raging, craving then hurting, alone and confused. Wondering, knowing naught. Living in my imperfection, for my dreams. For a world I see, despise and desire. For a life i adore. For love, peace, beauty, forgiveness, hope.
12 comments:
If only man could be alone.
i believe man, and woman [:P], can be alone
painful, yet peaceful.
Nice. A question, blunt one, the things you wrote, are beautiful without doubt; how many of them are actually things/thoughts/emotions in your head?
Especially the horses part!!
:D
thank you
:)
they are always, always in my mind; every single waking second; in every fibre, nerve, cell of me
sigh..! now horses, how i love them n miss them :)
i will, one day, buy a chestnut brown horse as my own and name it Firenze, and ride it over wide, empty fields
:)
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To stay silent and yet have a brook to converse with.
To lie still and yet have a zephyr to dance with.
To stand aloof and yet have a sky to flirt with.
To forget yourself and yet have a memory to remember yourself by.
Isn't that life deserves to be about?
true, in a way
:)
and thats beautifully written
:)
I see I haven't done what I set out to do with my previous comment here but I liked your piece enough to be inspired into writing an impromptu four liner of my own so I guess that should convey my feelings better. :)
well thank you
:)
and i look forward to reading your pieces once you have joined, that should be interesting!
Well, I can't say I'm not excited by the prospect. I look forward to the confluence of invigorating shadows and frantic rushes pummelling my words into a brand new shape that they shall one day look back and call their own. :)
shadows, rushes
excitement, realizations and nostalgia(for me now)
:)
its a place and a life you will fall in love with
:D
Yes.
That's what we always look for in life, everywhere we go, in everything we do, isn't it? Something worthy enough to be making memories of. :)
something worthy of rousing your passion and filling you with memories, yeah!
:D
and i think this comments page is turning into a chatroom, so perhaps we cud continue dis on gtalk
:)
add me, loveleen817
:)
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