Is it Loneliness or Freedom

When I wake up alone

The other side of the bed

Cold, empty, desolate

Is it Loneliness or Freedom

When I wander the rooms

By myself, no one there

And consider leaving

This world, this life

Everything I know, 

Behind?

And is it Loneliness or Freedom

When I leave this place

No clue where I'm going

Without telling a soul?

Am I lonely?

Am I Free?

What's the difference, really,

At the end of the day

I still come home to silence

No warmth

Just cold

Dead

Air

Filling this place I call home

Freedom is lonely, I think

Because to be free

You have to be independent

And independence, to me, 

Is lonely. 

I think its lonely to be free

To have that ability

To disappear, whenever I want

To just…vanish. Act Like

I was never around

I think loneliness is freeing, too

You know what to expect

And how that gap

Will never fill

And yet every time

Its freeing

Refreshing, really

To be lonely

I don’t think

You can have one 

Without the other

Freedom is lonely

And Loneliness is Freedom

So I don’t think

Its lonely or free

I think its all about 

How you see it

I am lonely but free.

Or am I free but lonely?

I suppose I don’t know

Anymore, how It is