Alone

I like being alone. I like the silence of solitude. Sitting there doing nothing, thinking of zilch, without a care in the world. No burden on my mind. No anxiety in my heart.

Is it a wrong to feel this way ? Sometimes I wish I could just run away. Not because of any logical reason but just because …  just because I want to be by myself. To wake up in the morning and not have to stand up. To have somebody prepare me breakfast in bed and leave. To laze around the whole day in my pajamas, without any need to comb my hair. Just to feel the wind blowing on my face and watch the clouds as they make their funny shapes. And to smell the whiff of a freshly mowed lawn giving me a sense of nostalgia, a sense of peace that I use to have a long time ago.