babble

no one is looking

Cami Kaos

24 Oct 2007 — 1 min read

When I am alone in my house who am I?I'm a person who sings loudly with no care as to how I sound. I dance and cheer as I do the most mundane tasks. Sometimes I turn on soulful music so loudly I can feel it in my chest. I breathe it as much as I hear it and I turn circles in the dining room as I talk to myself or someone else, someone who is not here and never has been.Or I play the same music as I sit here at this very spot and write and I sway my head back and forth feeling the melody. And I sing. Or I weep. Or I wonder how something I have never known can make me feel as though it lives in my heart.Sometimes I make funny little jokes to no one at all, sometimes I wonder why I'm not doing something else, sometimes I lay quietly... not sleeping, feigning sleep just to feel the warm covers...But I seldom find myself alone for very long...Who are you in solitude?

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