SOLITUDE A rare commodity is solitude. It can be easily misunderstood. To be all alone with no one else around. You can do this in the air or on the ground. You can sail off in the blue sea, Or hop on a plane without me. We can all use some time alone. Without T.V. or telephone. Time to think about your goal. You will come back feeling whole.
Can you hear the silence? It moves. Like a breathing, living being. Deeper into the woods, The silence moves with me. By my side. Watching me. Waiting for any sound I might make. For then, It could silence me. Forever.
I sit on the bench, watching the sun take flight, and the moon move to position. The stars begin to shine in the darkening sky. All is well with the world. The night will soon be here. But all is not well with me. I feel light. I feel empty. I feel transparent. A ghost of my former self. What has happened to me? How will I go on? One day life changed for me. And all I had taken for granted was gone in a second. How will I go on living? There is no one here on the bench, but a ghost of me.