Date: 2025-06-10

Solitude

You silence.
Too loud for others.

Not burden.
Natural state.
Your edge.
Your clarity.

It follows you like a shadow.
A quiet space where truth emerges.
Illusions dissolve.
You wake up.

Others fear it.
The silence.
The stillness.
The absence of distraction.

They cling to noise.
Validation. Entertainment.
Anything but the mirror.
They fear the unknown within themselves.
So they fill it.
With noise.
Others.
Roles.
Performance.

Binded with mutual illusions.
Reinforcing each other's sleep.
Comfort. Familiarity. Justification.
Never truth.
Truth burns too bright.
Too clean.
Too final.

You stop pretending.
No performance.
No chasing.
No need to be seen.
Or approved.

Outsider.
Anomaly.

World as it is.
Not as it wishes to be.

You are not playing the game.
You left the stage.
No anger. No bitterness.
Just seeing.

Solitude.
Not loneliness.
It is freedom.
No compromise.
No need.

You don't seek minimalism.
Simplicity.
Freedom.
You seek nothing.
Because nothing is here.

Your natural state.

The truth cannot be given.
It can only be found.
In silence.
In solitude.