Day Three of 30

Me and my friends. Not that many of them but, wonderful people.
My Besties :)
My woman, Rae <3
My soul sister ^^
My F.E.S.
Niggas :D

People who will always have a place in my heart ^^

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I feel comfort in solitude. Comfort in the night of dawn with a cigarette in my hand waiting for the day to begin as I think about the past, the present, the future, the possibilities, the things I wish would not come. I think about the strangers around me, how their life must be like, their thoughts within. I think about my future with him and things I rather not see. The falling ashes of the clove cigar in my hand and how I wish my some things could disappear like the smoke I exhale. Solitude. Solitude within that I crave at this time of day to relax, to meditate, to let go, to bring peace for myself. Silence. Silence that I hear, that I enjoy, that I dislike. A daily cycle that I wish would end. Sitting in silence every, putting my thoughts away in a box before the day begins so, no one else can see the sadness I hide. Everyday the same thing. When will it end? But, for now, I feel comfort in solitude. Oh, great silence.