Longing.

I dream of quiet mornings with the sunlight streaming in, warm and silent. I dream of walking around in socks, hair tousled up. Silence. I dream of space. My very own home. And I do make it a point to try and travel as much as possible. I want to discover some corner of the world where I feel like I belong. Maybe it'll be Paris I'll fall in love with, next October. Or maybe it'll be 'lil 'ol Florence. Maybe San Diego. hmm... I just want somewhere where I can be on my own. And I have people pointing out how much it is I hold back. How anti-social sometimes I can be. The truth is, I'm not one of those people who just warms up to anyone. Not anymore. The truth is, there's such a small amount of people worth knowing, out there. If you had to pick between spending your time on your own or being surrounded by drunk, high, or superficial people, which one would you choose?
The fact is, I think some people are meant to be on their own. And I think I'm one of those. And how I feel is not bitter about this, at all.
I just need space. And silence.