poem of the day: solitude

I love being alone. By myself. It’s such a liberating, sexy feeling. To be able to do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. Not answering to anyone but myself. Being a little selfish with myself and my time. It’s a nice feeling. Being 23 years young and knowing that you aren’t obligated to share yourself with anyone else. Knowing that you could pick up and leave the country if you really wanted to. Not being tied down to anything or anyone. Solitude, man. I fucking love being by myself. I thought it would be scary at first, and I’ve only exposed myself to a tiny bit of it, but it’s left me craving more. I’m glad that I’ve discovered the value in self-sufficiency. There is so much to love about being with yourself and loving every minute of it. Because at the end of the day, if anyone decides to leave, all you have is you. And you should be okay with that. You should be happy with that.