When we walk out of our rooms that we sleep in,

We reek of dead skin...

The same skin we sleep in every day and night...

All in the same light...

All under the same roof...

Watching it and ourselves rot...

...

Solitude,

Watch as it manifest in our eyes...

Shallow as it fluxes its form...

A pure collection of shadows that we wear everyday...

We call them feelings...

We put them on everyday...

Just like Solitude carries it's scythe everyday

Awaiting for us to drown in the hollows...

While we pretend we're wearing a suit of honor...

...

Solitude,

Watch it walk upon our lagoon that we call home...

The owl's turning towards the moonlight that we call "light"

The wolves howling a hymn...

Harmonizing with the insatiable darkness...

But solitude shows respect in these times...

...

Solitude,

Separation from the world,

A moment in space where you see no stars...

Watch as it forces you to look at the world you've created...

Hear and understand its whispers as the wind brushes past your arms...

Trickling through your clothes as you sit under the spring sunset...

Slouched upon a tree that carries the smell of oak...

Reminiscent of the past that is coated in lavender...

Then...

Tears.

....

Watch them drop,

And turn your world into a black mirror...

Only you can see you cry...

No one else can...

If only that were true...

If only you could see...

What is behind you...

And what is there to be...

Welcome, solitude...

Embrace it and cherish it...

Everlasting love.