I miss going to the beach really early in the morning and really late in the night for no reason. I miss going to the park to lay under the stars just because. I miss laying on blankets soaked with dew. I miss hearing nature and being deafened by nothing. I miss being lost in the sky and falling asleep with bliss.
This time I wont write about my past, bad feelings, or love, although I do love my boyfriend dearly.
One of the things I enjoy most about being alone is not worrying about anyone else. Like I have the time and energy to spend on myself and myself alone. I would spend hours in the field up the road from my house right next to a church reading, listening to the birds, getting lost in my deepest thoughts, or just meditating with no thoughts at all. I feel like that’s something I need to continue to do as much as I can. Being in a relationship restricts me from doing that as often as I would like to. Now with a deprived longing for mother nature I get out of mind sometimes. I get mad and uncomfortable at random times when my healing is the simplest thing in the world, but there’s just no time and place for it anymore. Each day when that needs comes and I don’t listen I feel as though I miss out on a part of myself, like I need to spend extra hours to catch up with myself from all the missed sessions.