Being alone is great. I love the peace and quiet, when my family isn't bothering me, my friends aren't trying to talk to me, and overall I'm being ignored.

Being alone is great. I love when I get to close my eyes and smile, and let my worries be carried away on a breeze.

Being alone is great. I don't have to hold up my many masks any longer, and I can just be myself, finally.

Being alone is great. I get to do anything I want, and I can do anything I want, because no one's watching and I'm flying through the window like Peter Pan, powered by happy thoughts and fairy dust.

On clear nights, the stars lay against a velvet curtain. The sea ripples sleepily under the light of the moon. Everywhere and everything is surrounded by near silence and the cool air. A light goes on in a house, then goes off. Crickets chirp, and somewhere an owl hoots. Most people are asleep. But not me. I wouldn't want to miss my favorite time of day, the time covered by a calming and safe blanket of quietness, and the inspiration that comes with it.

Good morning! Rise and shine like stars, only to have your light drowned out by the sun. Go through your day not knowing what you're doing because the sun's in your eyes and you can't see. Rest knowing you were never, are never, and never will be good enough. Dream of darkness and despair, where the only hope you have left is shredded and your faith in the world is already gone.

What a time to be alive!

Sixty-six degrees, five minutes to ten.

Blankets tangled around my feet,

Staring at the ceiling,

Listening to the rain outside.

Soft patterings as droplets hit the ground,

Drumming out a constant rhythm,

As lightning flashes, far away,

Thunder muted by the clouds.

Sometimes I feel guilty, being calmed

When the sky weeps at night.

What upsets it? What makes the clear dark blue

Cover itself with grey?

Sixty-six degrees, five minutes to ten.

Blankets tangled around my feet,

Staring at the ceiling,

Listening to the sky cry outside.

The sea is angry tonight.

It churns and thrashes,

Lightning illuminating white froth.

Trying to escape its boundaries,

Sick of its confines,

Tired of being held back.

The sea is sad tonight.

Winds moan softly

As the water gently, mournfully,

Slaps against the rocks.

Its sighs, so quiet, so soft,

Only heard by the fish within.

The sea is calm tonight.

Blue-green waters barely ripple,

Reflecting the red-orange sunrise.

Watching, in awe,

As the sun rises above its surface.

Wishing to do the same.

The sea is resigned tonight.

It knows, it can only stay,

Only stay, no matter what it does.

Not free, but wishing to be.

Feeling like a weighty rock

Plunging into the abyss.