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We walk in the dark
away from the crowds and people
We live in fear
of showing ourselves to the world
And yet…
As we linger in the shadows
As we crawl through this world
As we walk alone, unseen
We wait for the day
when someone will notice
when someone will see
the day when someone will care…
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I feel the earth moving…

Unknown to me, these forces pull me.
I hear her calling me…
The voice and sounds, undisturbingly…

The falling snow I feel,
I freeze, yet not of fear.
‘Tis you who calls,
The spirit within this ancient stone.

This lack of warmth, still…
A journey that transcends time
A figment as reality
A fragment of insanity

I feel this stone shaking…
It’s freezing on the outside,
Untouchable, it’s core…
Screaming for your voice.

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The paradox of solitude

He who lives accustomed to solitude, to an independent life without the need of another person, develops internally without the ability to live with one, reaching the point of incompatibility with some aspects of society.
Life as a couple is a constant interaction with another human being, therefore responds to norms dictated by the same society. However, it is this incompatible being that wishes to meet someone to interact with, entering in a conflict with the part of his self that enjoys solitude the most.
It is here that we are able to experience a great paradox of particular individuals: they like being alone, yet they don’t fancy being lonely.

But what can be more joyful than solitude?

I find myself traveling home, in the bus or in the train, alone, watching through the windows as cars pass by and I feel joy of the silence in my ears. I listen to music and no human voice, but my own inside my mind. This person I know so well that talks to me every moment he finds silence.

Believe it or not, most people find it hard to speak to themselves, or they just do not know they can, that it is possible. This they do not realize. And what is so important about this? Well, Many things. But in order to know this, you should speak to yourself.

Your mind is a world within itself. Explore it.

 

Howl

 

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http://buuckphotography.deviantart.com/art/Solitude-422535215

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No words can I say before I show you this:
http://techgnotic.deviantart.com/journal/The-Lonely-Path-354168532?utm_source=elnino&utm_medium=messagecenter&utm_campaign=021413_NET_LonelyPath&utm_term=title

It is here that I felt a bit comfortable and comprehended. Lived my life in loneliness, but what it does not mention is the need of us humans to break free from this solitude and feel the embrace of love. I have not felt that, the love of a loving couple. I believe that the love of a mother to her child is totally different, and for this is that I do not consider it.

Yes, I enjoy solitude. And at the same time, I wish I was no longer alone. For this enjoyment is that I have found myself in search of someone to give me company, and when I believe I have found who can help me even in just one bit of what I yern, I feel afraid. The fear of loosing oneself in the union with another person, of loosing the freedom of my own space. Of giving up part of that personal world I have inside.
Humans are born alone, and continue like that throughout their lives. We are containers for individual souls. Despite this, is that I have found someone I can talk to in moments of solitude: myself. My best friend, who understands me, who knows me, is that one voice inside my head that listens to me. Me… then, why do I feel the need of someone else? Paradoxes? Natural impulses?

Meditation. Something I do not often practice, yet I have found to be amazingly useful when in search of solitude, of connection with myself. It is there where I have felt completely alone, not just physically, put mentally. Alone, with just myself, maybe I´m not even there at all…

Painful indeed, but at the same time beautiful. What you could call… Sublime

Howl

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