alone in my room
i spent my childhood.
alone in my room
my imagination soared.
imagination being a vast understatement
for the validity and realness of my nightmares.
to stay happy i played.
the pictures of glorious battles were painted
by the scences and placements of my army men
the most intricate and complicated lego creations
thought up of only by a mind, beyond a mind.
i was a scared little boy.
scared most by merely my own thoughts.
alone i was, in my room.
alone is all i knew.
alone is all i remember.
alone is all i am.
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Hauntingly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe learn a lot by being alone. However, wouldn't you say that we learn more by being around others? Not only about how the world functions, but we cannot truly know ourselves until we know others and others know us. Others test our ideas and our assumptions and give us a depth of our own understandings. Those challenged beliefs that are tested by fire are either strengthened and held to be true or disregarded and new ideas take place. It's good to have others. You are not alone.