This Time

Sometimes I like to be alone.

Sometimes I like to crowded.

Then there are times when you crowded but feel alone.

There are times when are alone and you feel crowded.

Is it this place?

Is it that person?

Is it the song blasting through my earphones?

Do I want to be alone, or do I want to be crowded?

Is there a perfect balance in between?

Are those my only two options?

There are too many questions,

too many possibilities,

too many factors.

Here I am, with no one waiting for me

a college sophomore,

listening to Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven,

coloring and alone.

With all these factors,

I am content.

I am enjoying my time as if there is always tomorrow.

It's no guarentee, but I am here.

I am content.

Sometimes I like to be crowded.

This is not one of those times.

Sometimes I like to be alone.

This is one of those times.

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