my heart pumps solitude.
it courses through my veins and into the very tips of my trembling fingers. counting the breaths I take,
the crickets that sing outside these walls
is all the company I care for

those I deem friends
I have only but a small selection,
a rare connection to those I share my soul with.
but regardless of those few,
no matter to those few,
I find myself
on nights like these
warm, bustling nights like these,
I sit, i ache,
a tranquil, flushed complexion
not one dusty section,
in my story of loneliness.

my spirit radiates the hope for change.
to find peace with faulty companionship,
in the unfolding of my potential future.
i let myself sink
solemnly, quietly,
into the place in which I lie.
let this fabric consume me
let the earth digest my thoughts
for tonight
another timeless, endless night
solitude