Solitude.

Embracing solitude.

Is it when am holding my ganja, and staring through the smoke?

Or was it when i was floating in my mum's fluid en wrapped in darkness?

I can barely know, but there is something gold about silence.

When the void is the only place free of cold, and you get to sit there alone with the story untold.

Friends or fry'ends, not understanding you they bend their minds towards rigidity.

Judges in a court of double standards they become, perusing your every deed indeed.

Alone i was bore, alone i shall die, and alone will i roam.

It is not the smile am denying you, nor the love am sharing with you.

but it is the me inside me, that one who never wants to meet.

Solitude of solid walls, no one should ever come to know.

This is where i roam free, in nakedness i pursue.

Thoughts run wild, and ideas build up high.

In a serene plane, the mind ever is glad. 

So go ahead and give it a start, alone sit and start to think.

Is it me in me, or will there be anything apart from it?