an ode to something i love

i love being alone

you’re free to be who you are
if you’re not being perceived
once again you are the neutral
you grew up as, unaware of society
the only state to be

alone in your own thoughts
free to dream
act out all your fantasies
in the mirror, as if they were real

and why shouldn’t they be?
everything only exists in your head anyway
it’s all up to your perception
and when you’re alone
yours is the sole perception to know

here i can dance around naked
& not be judged
no one knows that i’ve gained weight
no one sees the fresh rolls
of fat on my belly

i can sit & think, not be disturbed
i can watch Vanderpump Rules
without worrying if it’s ‘cool’
and best of all i can write
to my heart’s content

but what happens when i run out of content?
surely i need experiences to create
interactions with other people
& their perspectives
isn’t that how humanity grows?
isn’t that how we evolve?

maybe it’s time to step outside again
for you need to lose something to appreciate it
find a new perspective