Mine Own Words

To walk alone is still walking. To stand alone is still standing. There is a purpose in the life you live merely by still having life. You are born with a purpose driven life, you cannot acquire it from the pages of some man's written fortune. But to flee not too far from the mother point here, speaking into darkness for no one to hear and sending your preciously-crafted words into a world of distracted, uninterested peoples is actually enlivening. I have no audience to please or crowd to make cheer or birds to make flap their wings; all I have is the air I breathe to please myself, and it’s not too easily scared away. There is an addiction to an absolute loneliness, and by that word I mean no onslaught of negativity or old-man’s tears, all I mean is “literality,” and if you will, alone-li-ness. Happiness can come from others with which you share your life, but for me, in this moment of typage, I’m going to go with… um NO. I drink my solidarity for energy and am loving the taste of it.