By LaShaniece Winfrey
I don’t like being alone because it’s dangerous.
Your thoughts begin to creep into the crevices of your mind
and all you can do is let them.
The silence that fills the room is just an open invitation
to flickering images that continue to evade your mind.
But, as time stretches and the moment gets longer,
your past decides to pay you a visit.
Remember when you did that?
You miss it don’t you?
No, yes, Kinda, I don’t know, maybe.
You want to go back,
but you know the past is a chamber just waiting for a victim.
You have to repeat to yourself over and over again
that you don’t miss it, you miss the moments.
The feeling of not being alone,
because when you’re alone your thoughts like to engulf you,
to bury you,
to kill you
slowly at thought of a guilty past.
I don’t like being alone because it’s poisonous.
I know the dreams I spend hours day and night dreaming up
are only part of a future I’m surely not destined to have.
The simple fact is I don’t like being alone because it’s all I’ve ever felt I was.