The day somebody respects me the way I respect myself,
That will be the day, I will abandon solitude.

How do I leave my solitude; my all weather ally?
The solitude that knows me, the one who is always patient with me.
How do I abandon this solitude who gave me home when the world was too busy for me, too immersed in its toxic matrix?

Who really gets me, knows me intimately than my solitude?
None.

I respect my solitude as it respects me in return.
I bow.
The day somebody respects me the way I respect myself.
That will be the day, I will abandon solitude.
If, ever.