No One Around

It's somehow beautiful,

to see around,

and see no one.

I see no friends around me,

and looking deeply,

I see some, far from me,

that still care.

Why am I smiling,

in the dark between these few?

Is this the freedom I once talked,

is this the me free of ropes,

tight to me to not let me go?

All my friends are far,

and so am I for they,

so am I free to move,

ever farther without making them notice?

Oh I wish to disappear,

but not to restart,

just for some seconds,

to rest and then come back,

to gain back those second lost,

creating new lines,

and forgetting old ones.