It's so refreshing to read someone else's poetry, to walk in their shoes for a while, to get where you wish to get yourself following someone else's lead. Everything floats in a solitary act, and if I were to give an example at hand, putting pen to paper is a solitary act; writing, scripting, or deciding to put yourself out there is a solitary act - an urge, [for some people] a calling, or just a way to benefit you in one way or another...all till someone comes along. Still, the solitude remains, hardwired to accompany the human soul, while the conscious or unconscious sharing takes it in, in an embrace.Solitude at its lowest and rawest is loneliness, soaked in its fears, expectations, desires, longings for another, for something, disappointment, pain, etc. - human nature in its purest, most vulnerable form. It also feels more lonely if you cautiously don't venture into straightforwardness.https://jaypsong.blog/2011/11/29/to-the-daffodil-by-chung-ho-seung/Photo attributed to https://picjumbo.com/a-road-after-winter/ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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