Alone

I sit here watching the sun set down. Listen to the wind blow. I am here alone with my thought. Thinking about what to write. But my mind is empty. Looks up at the stars. Hoping something comes to drive my mind. I have nothing on my mind. So I look deep down my heart to find some kind of motion. I look down at a blank piece of paper. Being alone is hard. There is nothing on my mind. So I search my soul. I close my eye and let the wind hit my face. Where have all my feelings gone? Did the wind blow it away? I looked for some kind of motivation. My mind is seeking. I pick up a pen. Hoping I will get some positive verbs. Being alone gave me questions. I need an answer. The nighttime is my favorite time. It is when I can rest my mind. I should know I am never alone. I have my motion and feeling. I just need to put it into action. I write with feelings. I write for me and only me. Because this feeling is mine to share. Being alone can make me strong. I am never alone. Just me and my words. Every word has meaning. Just have to keep my feelings intake. Maybe being alone is what I need. So I can express myself. I can hear my motion. That someone can change my mind of thought. Written in everything to me. When I write I