Whats is alone.

Alone to my thoughts, simple and extraordinary. Worlds bend to my whim.

Alone to my food, one plate but full. It is also the juiciest fruits.

Alone to my circle, where I follow line I created. I follow this trail.

Alone to my passions, unabated. Here I forge.

Alone to the repertoire of stories I remember,

To remind myself I did something once.

Alone.

Alone.