The Art of Solitude

When I'm not alone
I'm wrapped in a wet blanket
The eyes of them
On
Me

Alone, a sanctuary

Air is softer
It's easy to breathe
No one here
I'm
Free

Lonely, with company

Watch what I say
Stop those thoughts
Move like everyone else
Don't make sentences too long or everyone will get bored and stop paying attention to words that
Mean nothing
To me.

Alone, in a sanctuary

Solitude always ends too
Abruptly