Everything Is Okay

It is okay that I wrote this.

It is okay that I felt this way.

It is okay that these feelings can no longer be a part of my life.

Written on 7/31/12.
The seventh version of
"Your Solitude":

I fled a Shitty City.
I left The Planets behind
Knowing that My Solitude
Had grown stronger than ever.

In that city
I tried to squander my solitude,
I tried to drown its expansion,
I tried to move outside of it.

In that Shitty City
I became World-In-Myself.
I learned I have to be alone
Or be together like a stone is with a stone.

In that city I felt your heat and
Asked, 'Are you my Quickfire?' (Am I The Embers?).
But I want to be Your Solitude:
To Border and Protect and to Greet you.