Solitude Comments

All the solitude swept into the pockets of time, there is sigh in every breath, the one under the weight of all the air around you.
As toddlers, we learn to walk into the nihility of life, away from the density of existence.
Happiness is a lie we tell ourselves, over and over again and self deception, an art of the survivor.
In crowds we had sought tranquility and serenity in the overflowing streets.
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