I roam around these empty rooms,
this silent hallway.
And I am frightened.
Not frightened of loneliness or ghosts.
I am frightened of my response to this solitude.
I am frightened to see every fraction of me relax.
I am frightened of how calm my mind is,
how confident and powerful it feels.
I am frightened to know that any place can be my home
if it is mine and only mine.
I am frightened that this solitude
that gives me everything I want;
will take me far far way from
the people I love.
I am frightened that I love this loneliness so much
that I might always be alone.