Lost in the noise.
There is a something beautiful that happens when you are alone. The layers of expectations fall away, you are no longer seen through the lens of another, but in a scope of your own. When I am alone I finally feel seen. It’s like everything I’ve always been can be revealed. Sometimes people drown themselves in others, seeking validation, and comfort in the shadow of the group. It’s this incessant need to control or to pacify that gnaws at your autonomy. When you are alone, however, the noise stops, things get sharper, your vision clears. The world becomes yours and yours alone. I refuse to let myself be defined by another, to let myself be lost in the noise.