These four walls are like a haven but to some, they could be misconstrued as a prison. I choose to reside here, taking my meals and my naps, speaking at length, researching, creating, typing in bursts, it is my little home, it is my little world, and I only leave when I’ve need to – I’m isolating myself, I know. I should be downstairs, spending time with my others, socialising, eating together, taking tea together and our suppers, but I somehow just want to be alone, I reach out when I feel on my own, but, the fact of the matter is, I’m learning to like my own company. No desperate yearning for an unknown other, to fulfil my life, to make me feel as though I’m emotionally satisfied, no ongoing calls to different people to find the right one in fact, I have enough love in my world to peruse, and while alone, I can be whoever, whatever I want, no need to put on false pretenses, I can read, I can sleep with ease, and the truth is that I know I won’t be judged for spending time alone, this is how I am getting to know myself. And I’m really enjoying it, I have to say this aloud. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Leohoho on Unsplash
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