What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

The Many Faces of Solitude

Solitude wears many masks.

Sometimes it is cruel - a silence so deep you want to scream, just to hear proof that your voice is still alive.

Sometimes it is heavy - a cloak you did not choose, but one you’ve worn so long it clings like a second skin.

Other times, solitude softens. It curls beside you like an old companion,
keeps you company in the small hours,
teaches you how to stand without needing anyone else to hold you up.

You learn its moods. You learn its rhythm. You learn to breathe with it.
And after so many nights, you almost start to believe it will never leave.

But beneath it all, a spark waits.
A whisper you cannot silence:

That one night, when solitude sits certain on its throne, the door will open.
A shadow will enter -
a man with an unknown face,
eyes that burn like recognition,
hands that carry the weight of every touch you’ve been denied.

And solitude will know it has been dethroned. It will bow, gather its masks,
and vanish into the dark.

Because he is already on his way.
And solitude has only ever been a placeholder for his arrival.
This made me think of Suzanne Vega's album 'Solitude Standing', although it is not especially related.
 
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