Reflections

Sometimes I long

to be alone.

I long not

for loneliness

which is an ogre,

but to be alone

to think my thoughts,

to do my deeds,

to write my words,

to cook my eggs

as done as I like.

I long for the cabin

by the placid pond

far from the bustle

and the prattle

and the cacophony

of life.

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