Ruins

After it all, I seem to love loneliness. Solitude; she means so much. Emotionless. Steril, in that sense. I will not give birth to another broken spirit. Mind, body, soul; pieces not shared. Selfish. Protective of the whole, ... what could be salvaged. Recovered. Resting, at rusted ruins. Reduced. Remaindered. Returned to nature. A reclaimed peace - in what's left, being left alone.