Silent Nights
The idea of being lonely has never and I hope, would never scare me. But I am forced to wonder if this is it for me? I find that I have gotten to a point where nothing fulfills me. So I am forced to take a step back to ask myself if I am truly happy. Am I happy alone? Do I like my job? Do I need more? Will more staff make me happy? What would actually make me truly happy? To be honest, I must admit that the only thing I know for a fact is that I enjoy my alone time. The silent nights are my favorite times of the day. I come home, turn on the AC and fan while I have my bath, then come out wet with the water still dripping from my body so that the cool breeze can dry it off. Then I proceed to eat rice (because what other food is there really?), I turn on the TV and delve into my own head. My own world where I am the ruler and the subject. Those nights when I am alone. No one talking to me and no one asking me to do something for them. No one calling me and no one telling me what is
