I love being alone... It allows me to explore thoughts, and be places that are perfect, if only in my mind...
I love being alone... It allows me to be with the most perfect people, and say things that don't come out silly or goofy... And I always say the right thing at the right time...
I love being alone... It allows me to travel to places I could never see except in my imagination... And travel at speeds faster than light, faster than time...
I love being alone... It allows me time with myself, to do maintenance on my thoughts... To perfect the lines on a page, in a book unwritten... And to listen to the silence that sounds like a sigh...
I love being alone... I can tolerate me... I know my foibles, and each faux pas utterance, and can keep it from being said, in a stolid silence that no one ever hears...
I love being alone... Deep in the darkness where dreams sometimes sneak out to seek the light of day, I search for answers to questions I have never asked...
You cannot do that when others are around... They will think you mad... Quite insane... Deep introspection looks like craziness to others... Loneliness is a solitary thing, even when others are near... Sometimes especially when others are near... So... I love to be alone...