Solitude Is A Bliss

Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking.
I'm alone, on my own.
Oh, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong
Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission, but

I am ready to fly

Are we ever alone? Some said that humans are social creatures, meaning that we can never really stand solitude. Even a country can hardly stand it.

I am struck by loneliness lately. So much to do, so many people to talk to yet so much of loneliness I suffer. It is like being in a crowded party and throwing small talk. You know, the kind of 'Hey, what's up?' or 'We should catch up sometimes!' or perhaps something like 'Ah! Amy! You definitely should gimme a call later!'. But small talk never lasts, just like fake friends and summer flings.

The more I reflect on my sense of solitude, the more I am lost. There were times when I was satisfied with all those sweet nothings and contented by those small chit chat. Is it just my excessive thoughts?

Well... What can I say? To comfort myself for a while: solitude can be a bitch, but sometimes solitude is a bliss, simply because it is another form of liberty. It is like a 'me time' that every 9-to-5 guys longs for. It is like some scrumptious dishes during famine. It is like being alone when you feel that the world sucks.

Can I Go Back Now?

What About Now?

... I know your silence means never. But, what if it's lost behind the words we could never find? The words that even I didn't dare to say.

I have been struggling with my feeling in the last few days. Or, rather, myself. I have been so vulnerable lately. As if I can be crunched and crushed to pieces anytime. I can see myself as an angry, selfish brat.
The thing is: I wasn't who I am now. I changed but I want to revert back.

Back to the time when alone was not one of my vocabularies. Back to the time when there was you in every breath I took. Back to the time when I was grateful for everything I was and I had. Back to my positive, cheerful, friendly attitude. Back. Back. Back. ...Poof.

There are countless waybacks, and I consider you as one of them. The other ways are either uncertain, dangerous, or difficult. Here I am half begging you to bring me back to the castle. I don't need that prince charming with shining armor. I need you.

Words are something that fail me when I am with you. So, correct me if I am wrong or if you don't get my message. What about now? What?