I ride around with myself.
When you travel alone you allow yourself to speak more. I let myself trickle about my interior, a moment in the head and a moment in my stomach. Myself becomes my constant. I depend upon my natural familiar inconsistencies. I never guess how I am because my ear is to my mouth and I am fed with my-selves information. I am my own best friend as cliche and romantically lonely that sounds.
I’m questioning whether it is possible for it to become too much of a dependency. Too dependant on your self that no other voice or offerings can measure up. I think this does happen and has happened to me in doses. I take to much of my own drug. I get hooked and so I immerse myself in the worlds of others to rehabilitate myself. To build with more wonderful offered materials. Life isn’t a solo act. Life does however need you to walk with you, to talk with you, more often than we habitually participate in.