the art of being alone

 

practising the art of being alone without being lonely. i was a regularly little artist in my teens, even my early twenties. i was alone but i was with myself all the time. i had time to waste in between my starbucks shifts. i was making up stories in my head, i was writing them down, putting songs into playlists, cutting up magazines, pasting them onto my bedroom walls like the walls of my heart. i was staying up til 3am listening to music, falling down rabbit holes to find out Elvis’ favourite sandwiches and sexual appetites, the nutshell miniature dioramas of unexplained murders. all that alone time is good for the soul when you fill it with yourself and all the things you love to fall into, to dream about, to explore, to listen to over and over. here’s to alone time, spent with yourself 💌