There are some things that you don’t want to admit, even to your own self. But maybe you’ve already done it and you don’t know it just yet.
Solitude is never easy. It corners you and your thoughts alone. You are forced to have a feral, silent battle with yourself and come out of it without acknowledging the winner.
Solitude is never easy. It forces you into opening wounds that wouldn’t have surfaced originally.
But then again, there is a certain virginal promise in self contemplation. No two instances are the same.
A single memory that sets a multitude of emotions rippling forth; much like those gentle concentric circles stemming from that casual throw of a pebble.
It can surprise with answers to questions you never knew you had. That is Solitude.