I find something beautifully soothing about watching headlights drive south from a bus window.

I enjoy reading books and gazing out the window when the weather matches my mood.

I believe there is something romantically poetic about strolling through the woods, admiring nature on a sunny day by my lonesome.

I pass the time through critical introspection and poetry writing, with a coffee-stained mind.

I can’t help wondering if this is all normal,

but then I realized,

I’m my own best company.