They ask me, "Why are you always alone?" And I smile, Because it's not sadness. I love the quiet. I like being alone. I really do. The quiet feels honest, like I can just exist without pretending. But sometimes, the same silence I love turns into something heavier. It starts to sound like every word I never said, every person 1 pushed away. I want someone to understand me without needing to explain, but I also don't want to be seen too closely. So I stay in this in-between: half wanting connection, half terrified of it. It's strange, craving solitude and fearing loneliness at the same time. Like wanting warmth, but always standing just far enough from the fire.
Others want to hear from you, so why not share your thoughts ☁️
Let's celebrate life's little blessings together. A space to share what you're thankful for and cultivate a habit of gratitude. Inspire others and be inspired by the power of appreciation.