Have you embraced solitude?

In the shadow mountains, cast by the candle's flickering dance. I smell it.
Oh and solitude smells musty, if you are wondering.

One morning, I saw a bird fly into solitude.
The bird tells me solitude sounds like the babbling of water.
She heard what it was like to be in solitude and she loved it.
She only talks to me in dreams now.

The painting on my wall, of a woman, came to life today.
She told me, her name was Murmurs and that solitude tastes like spiders.

How I envy the bird and Murmurs for I still haven't heard or tasted solitude.