Alone, Around.

Despite how much better things might be with people around, I tend to like to walk alone. I've slowly learned over the years that being alone too much when you'd still like to be a part of society isn't very healthy. Yet I am constantly seeking the minimal time I have to spend with other living people and the optimal time I can spend alone, without a thought of anything to do with people or society at all. Dead people don't count, especially statues. I like to sit and watch sun-rises and leaves fall from trees, or birds hovering around in patterns. I like to watch light change the look and expression on statues. I like the unnecessity of language in order to comprehend these things viscerally. The rhythm of a day, the rhythm of the surrounding life against inorganic rotations. You cannot say these things out loud. Their langauge is not a language of signs and symbols, of metaphors or abbreviations, or meanings. It is not taken out of life, but it is life, it is all of it. I watch the brown leaves fall of the branches of trees and float down. I long to join them.