Souls wander, expand, grow and stretch
They shrink, go inward and hide in fear
Mind, soul, heart? This self reflection, self obsessions cannot be good for oneself in the end. Too much attention on how I feel, boredom, restlessness, internally focused instead of just doing the work I have set out to do.
So much lies waiting for me, as I sit and think. So much to say and do, yet I process, doze and avoid.
Being alone can be so good, if we just avoid ourselves a bit.