At times, I want to be alone, in a desert
full of sands and void of noise.
I want to hear my heart beat, the flow
of blood through my veins.
At times, I want to be alone.
To feel my breathing, my soft skins,
to smell the nothingness,
To realize what love means when
nobody is around,
to realize the pleasure of knowing
that nobody can hurt me.
At times, I want to be alone.
Lovely use of repetition….
I agree with Wendy about the use of the repeated line… I appreciate the theme, though a tough one, on how the notion of being alone, in some ways, makes us safe from being hurt…