RECLUSE
Sometimes, I just want to hide and be on my own. I find so much peace in being left by myself, with only my thoughts as company. Silly enough, its my way of avoiding the arduous task of having to think too much. You see, outside are so many people, in between them are ever so rich views and opinions --judgement and gossip, whichever word you may find fit to describe-- said aloud or kept within themselves. All of which this mind I have find inevitable to ignore. No matter how I try to steer clear of these things that are like ghosts --always felt, but never seen-- creeping behind me, or awaiting my passage through a dark alley, they eat the strength out of me. I'm always on guard, and high strung. This state leaves me restless, so much so, that to be a recluse in the middle of the busiest place, gives me so much comfort. October 7, 2019 7:43 PM