Solitude

By Shelley M. Latreille

Sitting in remote silence, alone and invisible to the naked eye.
Thinking while I’m thinking, always thinking.
Watching thoughts pour out of my mind, forming puddles of words in the atmosphere.
Listening to the paint ebb and crack on the walls.
Photographing my surroundings and the outside world.
Feeling seconds slip slowly away, crawling along the surface, never stopping.
Floating along time and space, while crashing into daydreams.
Traversing down hallways that never existed and exiting into memories long forgotten.
Making mental notes and taking the time to record them.
Deleting memories and events that never should have been.
Re-routing and finding the correct path.
Opening my eyes and seeing things as they truly are.
Vowing to not look back on items left behind.
Solitude providing the ability to pick out impurities and pieces that don’t belong.
Existence once again is renewed and moves forward with a vengeful purpose.