It may sound weird but my happiest moments are usually when I'm by myself. No, may be in those moments, I will even be taking a break from God as well - oh well, He can laugh. But yes, just myself and no one else. All that wild goose chase, all that shitty rat race, sounds so shallow, worthless. When finally I'm just by myself - this is where home is, it cannot be elsewhere. It may even not be another soul. Yes, there are times when I may need a hug. Yes, there are times when I may feel like outpouring my love. But when it comes to these moments of solitude, that's what truly makes me feel at home, like I've finally arrived where I'm supposed to be, here within the folds of my own thoughts and yes perhaps with the recollection of all the good memories of life so far. Perhaps there's both transcendence and settling down happening at the same time. I'm leaving this abode and yet rooting myself deeply here. If ever someone would wish to step in, then they must either come with an enchanting music or with a silence that wouldn't pierce my soulful solitude...