Thinking about you

The world sleeps
and I am alone
or am I?
I am with myself,
who keeps me company
in everything.
One must be able
to live with oneself
to be able to live
with another.
But is there a self?
To live with.
Are we not just
a part of
everyone else?
A self only
in relation
to someone else.
But solitude
presupposes community;
we are never alone.
My last fear. But
Shut off or
think unadmittance.