@parasocialparasites: there is a certain peace in existing without performance. no expectations to meet. perhaps i think too much. my mind wanders through questions that have no intention of being answered. yet there is something sacred about it. the world moves so quickly, demanding constant attention, while solitude permits me to linger. in those moments, i feel less alone than i do in crowded rooms. there is no pressure to become someone else. in many ways, i prefer my own company. only because my solitude asks nothing of me, it simply allows me to exist with no need to translate myself into something more digestible.