When I'm alone...
Such an interesting thought really.
When I'm alone, music and memories become my company and words visit me more often. I daydream. I contemplate. I delve into the world where everything and nothing marry together. It's a soft spoken place where emotion is a blur and the beat of my music and thoughts create a montage.
I can't say that my silence or 'aloneness' is any more dynamic or fragile than anyone else's. But what I can say is this:
My silence is my own.
If I'm left in it for too long, I lose myself.
If I can't reach it, I lose myself.
It is a part of me and I, a part of it.
I learn how I function. I get to see who I am a little more clearly. A little more vividly.315Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDtV9rgLolm
So, I guess when it comes down to what happens when I am alone,
you could say that I am, figuratively, a little more me.
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