Myday

Some days are not meant for sharing Monday, Tuesday and then Myday Tick tock I spend my time alone Silence cures me Therapeutic for my bones Coffee shop corner Sip the caffeine Absorb the feeling The feeling of knowing I’m thinking, filtering, analysing Shush! I'm just being Alone but not lonely Conversing with myself Debating with my mind Patiently quiet I detach Noise around Block it out Turn off the lights Dark and soothing Meditation can be so sexy So alluring I run alone in the mountains Trees and leaves Keep me company Along with the cool breeze I feel they talk to me Sometimes they tease I like to be in my cloister Wrapped up cosy in my paraffin wax I reflect on the cracks Cracks only I can heal Only I can feel Some days are just not meant for sharing I want to indulge in exile Please let me be for a while I’ll surface when I want to You should try it If you want to