Writing and Dreaming and Reading...: Happiness. Alone.

Happiness. Alone.

Posted in as a kind of poem

It just used to be me

And a whole world of possibilities

I used to adventure

In my own small way

On my own

I was used to smiling alone

Wherever I go

With my earphones and books

To keep me going on

On my own

I used to take bus rides, train rides, taxi's,

I used to walk in the morning, night, afternoon,

I used to sit in the corners of bookstores and read,

I used to eat by myself, it was delicious,

See movies, see music, see art alone.

I ponder and wonder and see certain things,

I wouldn't speak for days on end,

I would be wrapped up in my own dreams and thoughts,

I was happy and I was alone,

But then there was... more.