i don’t remember last night or writing this for you years ago

i like being alone

 

i like the way tea, silence and an empty room can sync together into

an emptiness that feels complete

 

then i met you

 

that night in the hammock

the rope and your arms holding me together

we didn’t say one word

that day

 

i like being alone

 

but

i like being alone with

you

 

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