Contemplating Solitude

I sit here wondering, About the conversation I thought, I was having Yet another where I pause for a response, Only to receive the sound of silence. It’s all happened before I don’t mind the silence Don’t mind that people have more to do Than listen to my musings I don’t even mind the little lies, The claims to have been listening, What I mind is the anger! How the very idea my reaching out To learn from them To have quality time, Conversing with them Causes such anger at the thought, I am bothered by the idea, Which percolates in my mind, That my thoughts, my words, Only matter when they need something What good is having a mind, Thinking, solving, creating, or caring, When no one seems to want the person you are. How long can one take pleasure in purely being, Before the solitude closes in around you?

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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