Solitude

There are times when I don't mind being alone.

There are times when I want the bright beam of Center Circle...

...there are times I speak with Folks.

Sometimes I don't have to talk or say a word...

...and don't or won't.

Somtimes I talk too much.

When I get lost in the folds of my brains and stutter and become all dumb-founded and confused are the times I think I let other's interfere with my processes. Too much of that, this, and such and such.

Some who know me well enough toy with my Alter's for sport. Push my buttons. I reckon these Folk enjoy this as a sport. A form of Fencing, en'it?

So, I engage a steadfast boundary. An urgently important boundary.

Shit.

Times happen when I would love company during my long days.

There have been times when I don't even want to see the bright Sun ray's.

Tonight, is a time I would rather be in solitude.

Quietly tip-tapping while the WOmen Folk slumber and the Cocker Spaniel snores like a dude.

I listen to music. Tonight, The Head and The Heart, an awesome musical group.

The musicans are all so young and beautiful now-a-day's. Hormonal soup.

Tonight I contemplate. I try to breath easy and not think too seriously...

...I've always taken life ao very seriously. There were times I believed I was better off dead.

Have always had so much doubt in this head.

Always have.