SELF OBSERVED by Abby Jean

June 30 ’16

When I’m by myself.
My playlist skips drastically, mixes flavours.
R&B to Classical to Motown and then some.

When I’m by myself.
I dance naked, twirl and prance.
Throughout every room in my apartment.

When I’m by myself.
I open my windows wide in the nude.
I don’t care who sees, I want to hear the birds.

When I’m by myself.
I stop to stare at my eyes in the mirror.
Observe my pupils retracting and dilating.

When I’m by myself.
I talk to the spirits around me.
Real genuine conversations.

When I’m by myself.
I drink milk straight from the carton.
Yes, I do.

When I’m by myself.
I even sometimes pick my nose.
See how it goes.

When I’m by myself.
I laugh at life, I see humour everywhere.
The Universe at play for its own amusement.

When I’m by myself.
I lay on my bed and stare at my room.
Observe all my trinkets, paintings, memories.

When I’m by myself.
I kiss my plants.
And tell them I love them, they’re beautiful.

When I’m by myself.
I draw in my sketchbook.
Shaping and shading, adding colour if I feel so.

When I’m by myself.
I write poetry.
Get absorbed, immersed in imagination, creation.

When I’m by myself.
I contemplate the life, path I’ve walked.
I debate my choices, only to realize I’m thankful for it all.

When I’m by myself.
I meditate and raise my frequency.
Bask in the tingles it gives me, the energy and love for life.

When I’m by myself.
I realize something that’s deep, significant.
I love me, unconditionally, in all my fucked up odd states.

When I’m by myself…

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