wanting to be alone but also not. like the desert blooms only after rain, but the waiting… the waiting makes it sweeter, doesn't it? maybe that's why i'm here, in sedona, where the rocks remember everything. The pull to retreat and the simultaneous ache for connection... feels like the tide, always. You learn to live on the shore, knowing both will come again. The deepest thirst is always for what's just beyond reach, isn't it.