the silence & THE RANDOM

always
there is a quiet moment
sometimes akward
when i meet friends
or when im with them
its not that i dont wana talk or share my stories
deep inside my brain is thinking
searching hard to find things to talk
words to say
but most of the time
i really have nothing to say
or
the things i say nobody really cares

i dont mind to be alone
but i mind it when i feel lonely
sometimes being alone doesnt mean lonely
to me
being alone means freedom
but after the feel of freedom had gone
i feel lonely

i like having people around me
noisy sounds
even the people i dont know