I don’t like to talk that much , but I love to sing

I go into my own little world now, humming what is in my head. Singing to my son. Sometimes we freestyle and it gets good. We have a good one about seagulls 😂 Drop ya fries! I’m rambling, had some strong indica 😆 but I’m slightly worried about slipping away into this far away land in my mind. It’s like I’m in space. It’s vast and creative and beautiful and silly. Sometimes a sad song needs to be sung. Everything feels like it comes out better in poetry and song. I wish I had more time to compose, but those days may be coming eventually. I’m concerned I’m losing my social skills. I’m becoming this character or facade to others, even though I’m being true to myself. And it all makes me feel isolated.