It happens when no one’s around.
When no one’s looking. The night blankets over the environment.
When the television isn’t blaring, and my ears aren’t bleeding under the influence.
No interaction from social media or social interaction from everyone.
I’m alone in my thoughts then introspection sets in the moment.
A continuous playback of memories to ghost of the past haunting my inner psyches.
Never ceasing inconveniences discombobulate my internal process.
As much as it pains me, self-awareness is a gift and curse:
the double-edged sword capable of self-destructive damage.
These are the times of deep reflection.
I never regret my alone time.
I gather myself.
I don’t care what you think.
It’s mine and mine alone.