It’s nice to be alone, a necessary charge.
It’s okay to be quiet, and revel in the silence
whilst others thrive in the busy, swarming, Hive.
Different stimulations make different bodies feel alive.
How do you sail across a sea, In a boat that has a hole?
I am a tightly wound conch, Hold me closely.
Up to your ear and listen to the waves, Inhale the shoreline.
Contact can leave you feeling alone, As we differ from one to another.
sometimes I don’t like To be Touched.