I Am Okay Alone

I enjoy the simplicity of silence,

the calmness of the quiet,

the relief of relaxation.

I enjoy being alone,

sometimes...

not all the time.

But when I am alone

I can hear my thoughts flow out of me and onto paper.

I can feel the anxiety falling behind me

as if I had told it I don't love it anymore.

I feel the worry I used to have diminish

like water in heat,

as if turning into vapor.

They ask me if I am okay,

if I am upset,

as if I have to be upset and flawed to be alone.

I am fine,

I am good I tell them,

I like the quiet.

I can hear my own thoughts.

I can see my own dreams and visions

like they are right in front of me.

Yes, sometimes I want someone,

but those other times,

the times I am happy being alone,

I am calm and worriless.

I am okay.