Solitude

This is what you get, eventually. Nothingness, absolute and violent nothingness. An encounter with yourself, the clash that you avoid when the sun is out, playing, fooling you into happiness. This is what it is, man. You gotta accept it. You are on your own, and that's ok. It's a time to think, re-organize and re-direct everything that's on your mind. It's tough, it's painful, it's a bitch of a time, but, even if you don't want to accept it, it's just a little time with yourself. And, by the way, it's the way you die. In solitude. I'm not gonna expand this further. I'm tired. In another piece I'll keep this going. Take care.