It seems I'm never alone on purpose anymore.
It's always a mistake.
I have carved out a space for myself,
filled it with people.
It feels empty when the people are not there.
I can fill it on my own though. I can.
I just seem to have forgotten how.
Alone but not lonely.
Alone but not lonely.
Alone but not lonely.
I tell myself.
So afraid of the latter, and why?
Lonely with myself.
Too long its been since I enjoyed the company of me.
Acknowledged my own presence.
But still, I've always shown up for me.
Every time.
It is rather uncomfortable to sit with you.
In the silence
your mind races
to fill it.
But you can see more easily here how
futile it is to even try.
The emptiness
(empty of people, empty of sound)-
its not an accident.
Every hole is not just waiting to be filled.
As the name implies
it already is
whole.
As are you.
Wholly, undeniably, alone.
you already are
whole.
AMV