Solitude; without pulling out a dictionary I’ll share what solitude feels like to me. It feels beautiful and enlightening even when I fall so deeply into myself that I forget the outside. I don’t know if this goes against meditation; I won’t worry about that. I won’t worry about anything at all. The experience of solitude brings about fruits in abundance. The kind of knowledge that allows me to see who I portray to be; the skins that have grown and have yet to be shed. The skins and layers that have become so abundant that I almost feel like physical death would be the only way to free myself.
