But what if I just want to be alone? Not because I'm upset with the world, not because there's no one around, but because being with myself makes me feel calm. 💫

Sometimes I sit in the evening, drinking wine, and think that no one sees me laughing when I read something funny. And there's a strange freedom in that. No need to share the moment. It's mine alone.
And yes, there are nights when I long for someone to be with me. But it's not emptiness. It's the person inside who knows how to miss me without falling apart.

Why are we so afraid of being self-sufficient? Why is loneliness perceived as a temporary illness rather than a form of inner peace? 🤔

Maybe it's because we're so used to measuring ourselves through others' eyes. If no one's around, it means there's something wrong with us. But I'm tired of trying to prove it's the other way around.

I'm not alone.
I just can't share the silence. 🌌