Onion Rings

Poetry, Small Poems
Mixing two sauces together
with onion rings
and not having to worry about

double dipping or sharing

was when I realised that being

alone
is
freedom.
Being alone is not lonely.
Being alone is not sad,
Being alone is not cry
- unless you want it to be.
Being alone is not even being 
alone but
with
yourself,
your thoughts,
and 
your body.

Being alone,
is fine. 
ft. the best food combo i ever made

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