it's bad isn't it
to rely on someone too much
spilling every issue into their mouths
only for them to choke in disgust
and leave
...
perhaps
that's not the case
maybe i just don't talk to anyone
because i simply don't want to
i just want to
talk to you
only you
about how messy things are
and that's fine
...
i find myself comforting in seclusion
to be with me and him
and the outside world could not be bothered
...
associating with them
means an exchange of possible promises
which i'm not interested
i'm ok
without them
but society says people can't survive with people
i can't believe it
...
i find tranquility
wherever i may be
the ocean
an apartment
a valley full of flowers
in a cottage
but
isolated
with no one to say
"you're wrong"
"you're a horrible person"
"you can't keep up with us"
"grow up"
that's where i wish to be
with you
...
calm drawings of people alone wherever they be
it's such a beautiful feeling
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