Alone

I'm like one piece of a whole pasta,
served to anyone's table.
I'm with other pieces of pasta,
with the same purpose of being eaten by big people.
But I still feel alone.

I'm afraid.
I usually feel alone.
But not like this.

I think alone that I'm alone.
But thinking I have friends around me.
I think alone that I'm not alone.

I escape.
I needed to feel alone.
But I know for sure that I can still go back.
To someone. To somewhere. Whichever it is I know for sure I'll feel I belong.


The time is running fast.
It run as if it is in a different universe now.
Today. In this path, I think I'm alone.
But I'm not thinking I'm not alone after thinking alone.
Definitely, I'm alone.