Solitude

I'm filled with an insatiable desire for solitude. It's always with me, tucked away in the corners of mind, always waiting to be acknowledged. I forget about it from time to time, but it's always there, and I always come back to it. And the coming back is always overwhelming but it's always a homecoming. It's something that I haven't been able to lose and I don't know if it's something that I'll ever be able to lose or if it's something that's always going to be there, always going to be waiting for me to give it attention, always waiting for me. Waiting for me to be a stranger among strangers because I guess that's where I imagine myself finding peace for myself and from myself and finding something, something that I'm searching for and hoping to find one day on the outskirts of everything I know and hoping, hoping for something that I don't know but all I know now, right now, is that I'm filled with an insatiable desire for solitude.