I love the solitude.
Silence around me, harmony with myself. Hear the beating of my heart rhythmic breathing to , setting a gentle pace and volume so low that it inevitably lose to the minimum more noise. I close
eyes and deep breath. Lying on the grass a park in the middle of nowhere, with my body spray soggy night. I chilly.
I involves a strange feeling of peace and smile. I open my eyes and stared at the sky as I reach my friend always, the package of snuff.
I light a cigarette while I count the stars, 1, 2, 3 ... 47 ... I think that and I told ... start again.
And and let the hours pass, I have no hurry, up early tomorrow.
Hundreds of miles separate me from my home. I've gone away seeking solitude. I'm comfortable the lawn is comfortable , could stay here asleep.
The crickets have begun to sing. It seems as though they had chosen to put a sound track this time. If I stop to listen I can even get to hear a nice melody .
I love the solitude
