Solitude has a Soul Too

 Let me tell you something about solitude and why I get why a lot of people won't indulge

It's not dessert waiting to be ordered at the end of a meal. Because it never meets your expectations of its taste

It's alarmingly quiet, it's not like a shy girl waiting for her friends to make her comfortable so she can speak

It pretends not, It cannot be molded into something else.

It never tries to be special.

It knows it's not

It knows its residence off by heart and welcomes them in that space graciously

It's very unfriendly but never speaks badly about you 

It never tries to impress cause it knows it's flavour and form better than stars know their darkness. But comforting, that it is.

 To know that it's there with you while you're there with it

It's a presence that seek only those who truly seek it in return 

It's a presence that never reveals that which isn't already known. That all you got is yourself with it

It whispers nothing back, only echoes 

"It's all you. You're experiencing you in every form. Just be present. Enjoy"