Sola

Recently I told my mom, in a rare moment of unabashed positivity, that at times I view my singleness as a luxury. I have no one to report to. There is no need for compromise in my lifestyle. My home is my own blessed oasis, seldom shared. Alone, I am free to roam the corridors of my mind, tending to every thought and emotion as if they were the most treasured and precious of objects. It is true; I have come to love my solitude, the unadulterated contents of my mind, fiercely.