When I am alone
I return, from where I don't know, but I was not quite there, among the people,
thoughts were shallow fog and very hard to find, ideas went instead of coming.
Then the people left, or I left, and I returned, became complete and whole, my
mind creeping back to take a seat at the controls. Tranquility and peace and
emotion returns, along with fear and impulse and panic and love. Why, can't I
be like this around others? Why is there no room? Why does my mind crawl back
behind its shadowy veil? No answer. No care for one either. Because I am back
and now everything can be done, everything I feel like anyway, the only, most
important unstructured things.
