This week I wrote a poem about what it felt like months ago laying in the grass while the sun began to set. It was a moment where being with myself brought out what existing is. It brought forth the fact that being alone isn't being lonely, that being alone in the moment allows your thoughts to have a conversation within itself so that you can be understood more clearly and thoroughly than you could prior.

Laying in a Loving Dusk

I’ll rest my palms on the grass

And look up to see the kiss

Between the clouds and passionate red sky

I inhale the scent of the now orange flowers

Like a mist surrounding my body

Through my fingertips and down to my thighs

A placid pond by my feet

The water kisses me

The gentle feel of a pure reflection

The sunlight lands on my face

Exemplifying my brown eyes

Bringing it to new light

I’ll never know tomorrow

But I’m acquainted with myself.