Sometimes being alone is beautiful...whether your walking down a path at night or gracing through the local cemetery, clearing your head of all the events that have recently taken place in your little existence. You find that you need that alone space in yourself, where anything means nothing and nothing is everything. No one is there to bother or harass you, laugh at you and display unwanted gestures, when you feel like shoving their faces in the dirt and spoon feed them your cat's vomit.
Returning to those places where you are relaxed and at ease...i suppose in a way you take something away with you as you have acknowledged and respected their existence and so they're immortalised in your memories.
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