Isn't it Better?

I often find myself alone. 

 This isn't something new, I've always preferred the silence. 

During these times I seem to crave expression. 

I have the urge to draw. 

I have the urge to play. 

I have the urge to write.

I can't seem to handle being alone without somehow outwardly expressing myself. 

And so, day by countless day, when I find myself alone, I can't help but wonder, is this it?

Is it just going to be me?

Am I going to grow old with a pencil in hand and paintbrush in the other?

I never said I liked to be alone. I said I preferred the silence. 

But isn't everything, even silence, better when there's someone there to share it with?