Solitude: The art of enjoying the simple pleasures of being alone.
Lonely: the overwhelming feeling of the walls closing in, mixed with knowing that not one single individual is available to prevent the walls from attacking. After the walls make a mockery, the brain is left to its own devices. The brain is a twisted sort of fellow, one who intentionally provides moments where the brain's inhabitor is completely, and truly, alone.
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The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
