Solitude
January 5, 2016
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.