Continuously the recluse
She stands alone enveloped in thought-
In the midst of a crowded room
She peers at the swarming clusters
and desiries to be pursued, noticed.
Her protective shield composed,
Her feelings submerged within the abyss,
professing it doesn’t matter
that she exists solitary and forlorn
forever as the outsider~
“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment
that we're not alone."
