Lately I can’t seem to drink enough tea. Theres something so comforting about its warmth that makes me feel less alone. It has a familiar smell. I turn on my stereo; filling the silence with a melancholy of songs that draws my heart out to vulnerable areas. Lighting candles so that the room has certain glow, lightening up the darkness that fills the cracks in my heart. I relax onto the couch.
This is my time; a time that is so precious to me. I can finally collect my thoughts from the day, and I don’t have to worry about anyone watching me. I can cry, smile, relax, and have any emotion that may wash over me.
I love being sober. Never living in haziness. Theres something so sweet about clarity. I can finally trust myself, which is something I have feared for a long time now.
Why should you ever have to explain yourself to someone or why should you ever demand someone to explain themselves to you? I mean, you are constantly changing and although something may be true one day you could feel completely different the next?