
I like my alone time. I can walk aimlessly, I can think of things, I reflect, I daydream, I don't care.
And I walk my pace, which is, so slow nobody can "keep up".


The worst thing to be alone, is things that you've done in the past came back to you. Be it good or bad.
They are like shadows that haunt you. They're images in different part of the brain, they came out at the right time, to remind you of something.

So I chose, to let the memories hang in there. Be it good or bad.
They can serve me a lesson, that I might repeatedly need. Who knows?