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January 15, 2006
In My Solitude
When the Boy is away, I am more conscious of myself - my solitude, my thoughts and my actions.
I take public transport and am aware that I am a stranger amongst the throes of people around me. I sit and read a book, plug in my iPod and get locked in my world. My world. Reading with relish - I am alone amongst crowds in my Own world.
I walk each step along Orchard Rd, aware that I've not done so for the longest time. I stare at twinkly lights and feel the ground on my feet. I share conversation with friends and retrace steps I've gone with him.
I avoid the cabs and meticulously take the train home. Book, music and solitude. I relish the sights and sounds, I move away from presumably sleazy men and pull up my top and pull down my skirt. I worry for myself, because I know he worries for me.
In my solitude, I miss you.
In relishing my solitude, I miss you more.
Posted by lainey at January 15, 2006 04:24 AM
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Edna St Millay Vincent!
Posted by: Silenus at January 16, 2006 08:42 PM