To be with myself, to spend time within—it feels right,
To sit with my thoughts and quietly listen—it feels right.
Be it a place unknown or one I’ve always known,
Among strangers too, to simply exist—it feels right.
Even when hatred and bitterness fill every space,
To guard a little love in the heart—it feels right.
When people seek friendship in lifeless figures alone,
To step away from such hollow bonds—it feels right.
What strange times we live in, what silence surrounds truth,
To speak what is real, even if it hurts—it feels right.
If kindness, sincerity, and love still survive somewhere,
To hold onto them with all I have—it feels right.
Why is it now, more than ever before,
That quiet, lifeless company comforts me—it feels right?
~ Dawn
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