I am liking being alone.
Enjoying my own company.
Drifting off and getting lost in the depths of the corners and detours of my soul.
Listening to the whispers.
Smiling at the chatters.
Arguing with the fear.
Shouting at injustice and inequality.
Processing, analyzing and synthesizing.
Enjoying arrivals to the conclusions.
Playing with dreams.
Creating realities.
Resting in unbecoming.
Resisting to follow the directions to the places others have never traveled before.
Becoming confident in orchestrating my own act together.
Finding comfort and deep pleasure in knowing that anyone’s presence must feel better than my solitude time and much better than my comfort zone. ……….
