i went to a beach and i felt alone.
but i liked it. it was a peaceful feeling not catering to someone,
paying attention or entertaining them.
so much wasted energy when all i want to be alone.
collecting sand in my skirt, carrying it to my pile.
burying my foot in the sand, letting it escape.
rolling around, covering myself in grains.
finding a shell with a hole in it to make a necklace charm.
wandering around, collecting rocks to throw them at the tide coming in.
what fun, what excitment, to be by myself.
collecting my thoughts, no fighting, no walls.
breathing and breathing, no tears, no work.
everything in my life is just dandy i realize, when i am all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem