For once it's not a poem, so if you're not interested in this anymore. Pack your bags and wait until I feel creative enough to put this into freestyle.
To be alone in these parts is more than loneliness. It's freedom. Once the tumbleweed gets ablowin', you realize that no one can say "DON'T DO THAT!" or "What the hell are you doing?" In these parts, the lack of society allows you to breathe your own air- your own aura. Even in the land of the free, chastisement and judgemental eyes keep the shy in their whitely painted room, doors locked.
Alas, is the dark side of that freedom...Should you laugh, you look around to see that no one is there to enjoy the moment you just. With them, comes the joy that you aren't alone. That is the burden of loneliness-loneliness.
He's free to walk the line, bite the dust, and wave his hands in the air like he just don't care but in the end, when he's gone, there's no one there to say a thing about it. There's no book of memories to pass it down for a moment longer than his last breath.
Loneliness leaves you with nothing in the end and the outgoing are remembered.
Many people that "know" me will be like: Oh! She's so outgoing! Where did she get the inspiration to write this? Does she have a shy friend?
NO! You KNOW me not until you know I am a horribly alone human being. Well, horribly alone human being is quite the stretch but sometimes it's quite true. I can be in a room full of people and it'll be the same as my mom going to work and commanding me stay inside. I'm not asking for your pity, sympathy, or empathy. I don't want you to leave a comment and say: Oh...You do blah blah blah blah and then you'll be all better. I wanted people to read this and get over themselves. It's good to have some privacy but when you lead your life indoors, you're not a full person. There is a world beyond the game room and computer. Don't set your sight on that only. Make a friggen' book of memories and enjoy it! Make friends, they only make each day richer than it ever could have been alone. Yes, people cause problems, but that is no excuse for skipping out on the world.
Be fricken' alive! Move your body and be with a friend.
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