Try to imagine jumping from the edge of a very tall building. Just floating, flying, weightless. Those seconds would feel like minutes and you would be completely at peace. I often find myself wondering if that feeling would be worth, hitting the ground at the end.
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I like being alone.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.