onceuponawildflower
there is a particular sweetness in being alone
because you do not have to be anything or
say anything or try to feel anything you normally wouldn’t.
but sometimes, perhaps when it is raining at 1:52 am,
you will feel this wild ache—this longing,
to want to try and be something or feel something
for someone—for anyone
(i.t.) - this is what it is to be alone (via isisthornes)