Alone (But Not Lonely)
I can't seem to walk with the herd anymore. I guess I've been alone for so long, that I'm comfortable keeping to myself.
I find so much beauty in solace and solitude. Everything I find perfect is oneness. A girl with flowers in her hair who can dance freely, alone. With herself and no one else. Reading a book in a quiet corner during a downpour. Or waking before the world, to see the sunrise, with a cup of coffee.
It's a self realization thing. It's peace. It's removing the world's noose and finally breathing. It's floating in the ocean, it's feeling free, it's reminding me of me. And that I spend too much time worrying about white noise and people, and things that done affect me. These days if you're not touching me deeply, then I'll keep learning to love my own company.
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