Away from my circle

I exist in solitary

As I chatter and smile patting backs

Tumbling in ecstasy, slurping, smoking

In personal sadness! Empty.

I don’t talk a lot.

Barely airing thoughts

Effervescent, boisterous, vivacious, energetic

Within my space

Within my peers.

In crude confusion

In an insipid nation

I be, where I am: existing with, yet away from my circle.