Sometimes I am not even alone, but I feel as if I were. The embrace of the solitude wraps me and I don't even realize it. When I am writing or trying to put some feeling on the paper, I embrace the solitude. The solitude doesn’t need to be a negative thing, it has the gift to calm my agitation down and, so, this quiet moment allows me to write and to find some answers I am looking for. The kind of silence that brings me an inner peace.
Then a question comes to my mind, do people live alone because they choose it or because they don't want or can't change it? Who knows, each mind, different world.