I am alone,
but not lonely.
I like the silence
to some degree.

Sometimes it gets
too loud
and I need to
cover my ears.

Most of the time,
however, I like
the silence.
The loneliness.
One could almost say
the peacefulness
of being alone.

The peacefulness,
of not having anyone,
of not caring about any other person,
of not hurting because of any other person.

Or so I tell myself,
when the silence gets
so loud
I cannot hear myself think.
So loud
that I become deaf.

-N.