I have come to the strange realization that I am happiest alone. That when I can sit with my thoughts the whole world seems to spin slower and the tides roll by in slow motion. I enjoy people, dont misunderstand me, I love people. Being surrounded by them at a party with a drink in my hand is one of my favorite things to do. But I am truly happiest when I am alone in my room with my books and my clothes and my shoes neatly stacked in my closet and my mind at ease. It is so terribly difficult to constantly be pushing oneself to talk the most and laugh the loudest. There is such peace in solitude. There is such pleasure in being totally alone. I love they way I can stay up late telling myself stories or writing in my underwear or drinking tea and reading a good book. I love how when I sleep alone I can spread my entire body out on the bed and breath in the fresh scent of the sheets. I love how when I wake up alone I can sing in the shower if I want to I can eat whatever kind of breakfast I want and whenever I want to. I love when it rains and I am alone that I can watch the droplets form on the window pane and really pay attention to how slowly they fall
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 04:28:42 +0000
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