Alone and Happy

It's 5:30pm already and I'm hungry. Went straight to the office's pantry area. Found myself eating my merienda bymyself. No one to talk to. No one to share my food.

Nonetheless I didn't feel lonely.

And armed with banana bread and coffee words started to pound so here it goes:

(Last Friday when I woke up the first thing I saw was this play of shadow and light )

I want to be alone

I want to be alone when I’m reading a book

Better if the rain pours outside sipping my hot chocolate by the nook

I want to be alone when I sing

At the top of my lungs where freely I can scream like swimming in words and drowning in emotions



I want to be alone

Savoring the quietness

Savoring the stillness

Savoring the inner dialogues

Conversing with the mind

Debating with my heart

Over a tiny little cup of cappuccino



Figuring the whys of the past

During the solemnity of my presence inside the quite white washed room



I want to be alone but for not too long

I’m afraid

That I might miss the feeling

Of spending the weekends surfing and laughing



I’m afraid staying too long alone

Might make me forget

The happiness and comfort

Of rejoicing with my friends and closeness of a family



We all need time to be alone

But not for too long...