Endomorphosis

Being alone hasn't been as lonely as I thought I would be. At the beginning, it was like feeling the incompleteness of missing a limb, or the chill of the wind going through an invisible hole in my torso. At times, it felt like what I imagine how mitosis makes cells feel, if they could feel anything, the constant splitting and splitting again ... supposedly for the greater good.

But really, being alone has been good. This is the time I can offer me at long last some space to learn about myself again, after so entirely and willingly giving me away. Sometimes, space is what gives us the chance to hear the echoes of ourselves.