Synaptic Bloom

 Isolation.

Haven't left the house in days. 

I can't talk to anyone. 

I love them all and I know they love me 

But I need some space from everything. 

I physically cannot make myself answer the phone 

Type any messages 

There is emotional and physical resistance. 

I just need some peace and quiet away from the world.

To just be with myself. 

In silence. 

Today I took a long bath and did my make up 

Just for me

I am working on my new song

And writing these little aimless, quirky, neurospicy blog posts whenever anything captures my attention 

I listen to myself and to my environment 

I collect subtle information 

I like this quiet existence 

It's forgiving and graceful to my overworked nervous system

It is meaningful to no other than me 

I don't want to speak any words at all 

Or explore any other concepts than whatever ignites me and me alone 

I just want to tend to myself, selfishly so 

Intentionally and unapologetically 

Do whatever makes me feel nice 

Be my own best friend 

The world will keep turning, regardless of what I do with my time 

Now that the things I once invested myself in are no longer here 

I just invest in myself  

Every little chance I get 

Because I deserve it and need it so much 

Noone will ever be able to invest in us more than ourselves...