Distant from fluorescent notifications
Away from the
“You can’t, you won’t”
We see ourselves
And like what we see.
Alone and Accepted
Alone Too
You should be lonely They say.
Hurling that sharp word
Trying to cut those of us
Who don’t need others to feel alive.
Facing Forward
For the first time,
in a long time,
she realized she loved the feel of rain
brushing her skin again,
the faint throaty roar of thunder,
the face that smiled back from the glass.
Older, wiser, and still lovely art.
For the first time,
in a long time,
she realized the world was beautiful
even when faced alone.