It’s fascinating to observe my own thoughts and desires. I somehow manage to sit at opposite extremes of spectrums, simultaneously taking two sides that love to bicker and argue with each other.
Tonight, I think about how I want to be alone while also wanting to share space with somebody. I love my alone time. I treasure it. I protect it. I will vanish from any social situation, just to do sit by myself in the dark. The most beautiful moments of my life have all happened while I stood by myself, saturated in emotion, soaking in every blissful ray of sun or drop of rain. Silence and darkness are friends of mine.
And yet, I also crave the connection of getting lost in a crowd. Bouncing around from place to place, joining random jams. Cosplaying as an extrovert.
I love them both. I wish I could write more. Sleep has been grabbing me quickly lately and leaving me with jumbled, incoherent sentences. It’s grabbing me now. I have to go .
