collapsing into myself

collapsing into myself,
im beginning to enjoy
time alone, with myself.
is it healthy
to savor the sounds
of perfect, rippling silence?
doesn’t the air taste more fresh,
more sprung with life,
when it’s a party of one?
is the space
i create between twisted
trees, an alcove of missing
and found things, more important
than trivial rings and expensive dreams?🍁🍂