I want to just be alone. Sometimes I think my loneliness is a mask to hide what I really want, which is to be by myself, the only person I totally understand and appreciate completely.
I want to be with myself in the quiet.
There are these beautiful rolling snow-covered hills on one of the drives I make a few times a week, where the roads are quiet. Every time I pass them I wish I could stop and roll around in them. It all looks so quiet. I want to be quiet.