MIA for others, Venerating for me

It was this weekend. Just me. I adored it, want more of it. It was the pleasure of not talking to anyone, ignoring the world. I had all the time to waste and no one to answer to. It’s simple to do, but guilty to answer to.

Looked upon as if it’s poignant, but it’s what saves me. The cold chill of rain, enclosed by my smile and cherishing the moments of solitude. I wouldn’t ask for anything more. I hate answering. Disrupting what time I have, to be spent on things that don’t enforce my person…Right now, it doesn’t want anything but me.

The yellow lines, unreadable print, challenging my feelings. Attractive, to see feelings spelled out against the yellow lines. You cannot hind from those; seeing them scratched alongside of you. The music filling the chill as it was swallowing me whole. There was no torture in feeling those lines, it was remembering the time when it was harder to breathe. Now, its answering to how this came about. What happened to those feelings, they are not surrounding the same things. Is it a new thought, a gesture of what’s to come.

Or more simply, just repeating the same feelings in other words. Describing another viewpoint from what was already said. It’s funny to think what people might actually think of you, honestly, it’s thought about all the time until it’s just me and those yellow lines. So for now, I take what I can and invent excuses to leave things as I want them to be.

Just me, I adored it, want more of it. Cover me in yellow lines. Chill me in daunting music. To see an ideal concept, alone in yellow lines. 

Bringing me alone to the place the reveals me, its like a child's kingdom, promises that need to be kept. Keep me just as I am.