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Solitude

Stamped: 21:25:00

I find myself, of late, seeking solitude.

Too many mind boggling questions, too many disappointments, too many hesitations...

Too many what if's.

When will I ever learn that it's ok to accept that things can not be within my control?

The brain, thinks too much. Analyzes too deep. Stresses each minuscule moment into a valley. And then plunges into it, surrendered.

And the heart? Just wants the brain to shut up, for just a day or two.


Sigh.

Solitude.

The never ending search for the elusive.


But can you seek solitude, and yet still want company, at the same time?

Sigh.

I'm so messed up.



- jess, troubled -

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