Vacancy

For some odd reason, I've been visiting this uninhabited place in my mind where its completely vacant. There is no one around. No one to converse with. No one to look into. All that I do is stare into deep quiet space, witnessing rapid thoughts from the past, present, and future flashing by. You would think that this wouldn't be such a healthy scene, but to me its refreshing and new. A tall wall has mysteriously been placed infront of my face so that vulnerability to who I am isn't an issue. Im pretty comfortable being alone. Then, I also enjoy being around honest people. I guess im concluding that I refuse to take any sympathy or personal help from anyone and that I can live without being dependent on others.