Submerging in 2am antics,includes going starry eyed over my freshly lacquered nails,all scintillating and vibrant in the fluorescent in its bright coral glory. Whilst mentally applauding my flair in nail painting. And it includes, engaging in another comical correspondence with my bestfriend(s), tresses pulled up in the highest pony,sleek and comfy with 8track's soundtracking the night away.
There is a certain contentment that can be found in solitude or in ones own company that many fails to comprehend. The aesthetic in solitary night and days where you are left to your own devices. You are at the liberty of a myriad of worldly delectation. Hedonistic offerings almost. Its how i feel, not tied down to anything, or anyone. Free to act upon any lustful or infatuation-driven thoughts as you please. Free to let your sights linger at the sign of a fine specimen, without basking in the guilt that ensues afterwards. The liberty of it itself, emancipates a certain qualm within my being. I love my lonesome nights, i love the inconsistencies my emotions puts forth, i love the notion of being emotionally independant and being able to exercise it as a being. But do not misunderstand, i am not emotionally absent.I am capable of feeling, its just never adequate, in its interim state,never consistent and never permanent.
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