t’s not a matter of zero companionship
or being all gutsy with your independence
Perhaps it’s something vertical,
a room for that moment of absolute silence
“You’ve done this way too often,
shutting yourself from the world,”
some claim with worry.
“Why won’t you let us in?
How bad can it be?”
If only there were any good enough explanations
If only it were that easy
but words are stuck in the back of his mind
which can only be understood by The Most Divine
solitude is his middle name
locking darkness and hurricane inside his head,
he’s no longer sure who’s to blame
even as he struggles for clarity
on how his life’s supposed to be…
he should know how to stay happy
It isn’t always that binary
Solitude shouldn’t be that scary
an order to protect his sanity
Then why are they still outside his door,
wondering if they can come in?
What if they’re part of the chaos,
threatening to reveal his world of rubble?
“What if they are the greatest that can happen to you?”
says another voice.
“What if they’re here to chase away your blues,
so solitude’s no longer your middle name too?”