Everyone keeps getting all frenzied
that I spend so much time alone now.
They constantly keep checking in with the “are you okays” like I’ve gone mad.
Why is it such a weird concept that I can enjoy my own company?
I spent so many years brainwashed into the belief
you physically need someone to appreciate your surroundings
but that isn’t true.
I love being outside having conversations with just the stars about my hopes and dreams
or hiking through trails with nothing more than a sketch book to pass the time
sometimes I like reveling by a cool summer night fire to spill my thoughts to worn down lines in my journal.
I finally learned to love me
and put myself first
but people are so quick to think that’s insane.
I just finally feel comfortable in my skin.
I am ready to make memories that’ll die with me some day.
I’m not crazy
this is the sanest I’ve ever been…