I'm at home alone tonight serenading oneself sweetly and binge drinking on red wine.
"I stood there & hummed, I tapped on her drum & asked her how come."
In the vicinity of growing tired of all the white noise people create. I'll make my fucking own. Matter of fact, this previous month I realized how much I love my alone time, however, hate being alone.
Its been a month or two since I've really been 'alone' and it suites me better. I have days where I leave my cell phone at home and have no connection to the web whatsoever. Thoughts draw out better & I find myself livin' in a dreamworld. People are more righteous alone. We become more connected in what we are thinking and doing. Were calm and collected. Were confident and more welcoming.
We naturally don't try to impress anyone, and end up impressing ourselves. I noticed that when I'm alone, I'm bleak and unfazed. I engage in conversations with people and smile more. I guess for
the first time in a long time, I don't feel so damn 21st century.