solitude chilled.
lonely hours
It's not that I don't mind the solitude, and the quiet times in life. Breathing in the power from the silver moon was without a doubt a beautiful hour. The crisp cold air, the crunch of snow beneath my boots. My aching feet from too many hours dancing. All of it validated with having had a wonderful time of dancing and camaraderie. Much of my time was spent in solitude among the masses though. Still, I don't really mind.
But there are times when I really miss the conversation with another person. Sometimes. I wish, I could come home and sit close, talking over a cup of hot tea, or cocoa, and have that close contact of another person there. A friend to share the events of the day.
This computer journal has to do, but sometimes it's not enough.
*sips her cocoa as she finishes this note*
It's not that I don't mind the solitude, and the quiet times in life. Breathing in the power from the silver moon was without a doubt a beautiful hour. The crisp cold air, the crunch of snow beneath my boots. My aching feet from too many hours dancing. All of it validated with having had a wonderful time of dancing and camaraderie. Much of my time was spent in solitude among the masses though. Still, I don't really mind.
But there are times when I really miss the conversation with another person. Sometimes. I wish, I could come home and sit close, talking over a cup of hot tea, or cocoa, and have that close contact of another person there. A friend to share the events of the day.
This computer journal has to do, but sometimes it's not enough.
*sips her cocoa as she finishes this note*