A Tribute to Solitude


I settled myself on my bed, leaned back and waited. Waited for the tide to flow in, and retreat leaving behind memories I thought I had dumped forever. Before I could decide what to do with those awash memories, new waves would flow in, bringing a new charge with them. I had been here before, and I shall be here again. I decide to walk on the shore of thought and choose memories that will tear into me today. I had given in, given in to the cascades of solitude.

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