Mr. Solo Dolo Part 2
I never said this outloud, but I forgot how much I was my own best friend.
I didn’t think I’d be writing a sequel to my post, Mr. Solo Dolo so soon, but I guess it’s time for Mr. Solo Dolo Part 2. Side note, Kid Cudi had the right idea for doing a sequel treatment to his “Solo Dolo” tracks.
I feel alone but it’s different. I’ve been reliving a lot of memories from my youth as a latchkey child. I never said this outloud, but I forgot how much I was my own best friend.
Solitude was salvation, and I took it for granted; my mind is continually overstimulated and misunderstood so the alone time was how I sorted my brain’s entropy, like resetting a restaurant’s kitchen for the next day.
Similar to long forgotten classic songs, I’m trying to remaster those old moments as best I can in the present, reconnecting with a long lost friend or “Little Solo Dolo”, the latchkey creative genius.
Although there are trade-offs. I’m finding it increasingly difficult to connect with individuals on a deeper level beyond shared experiences such as grabbing coffee. It’s almost as if I’m perched on top of a mountain, trying to catch glimpses of people through binoculars down below, but if I focus too much, my eyes strain, and I have to turn my gaze back to the horizon.
But, it’s a necessary trade off because it’s quiet up here, simpler too. As I look to the horizon, I’ll enjoy the view for as long as I can
