loving silence

Loneliness, once a foreign feeling, but as I feel the need of my solitude, it became ever-present. I feel misunderstood. Can't I have a peace without losing things? Bear the somber as I ponder They stay away, so I do the same. Am I the one misreading? Did I stay away, so they do same? Life is not a giver. You have to choose, whatever. I cannot help stay in wonder, in my solitude, in the comfort of this solitude