I'm not doing
anything,
thank you
i'm sitting here
sorting out my thoughts
and storing them
for later abuse

and it doesn't matter
where i'm going
for the love of god,
stop asking
i'm going everywhere.
by myself.

this time is
mine
I treasure it
I don't need you
I need me
I need silence
please

thank you

I will sit in my car
and stare at space
and it will be lovely
and inspiring
and you
couch-dweller
are not invited

you see
thoughts and words
emotions
concerns
they need space to breathe
and you,
dear friend
need reminded

that my life
it's not yours
and this space
is all mine
and those lines on the floor
should be minded

your concern is misplaced
I am fine here
alone
with my thoughts
my books
and this--
binded

you'd be surprised
what you'd find
if you sat for one day
though you'd hate it
i'm sure
you'd despise it

because I sit
and I write
and I think
and I laugh
and you, strange friend
cannot find it

peace
my crass friend
peace

is here

peace is here in my silence