I want to close the curtains of solitude

and hide in a bubble unreachable

a bubble to see, watch and listen

without being seen, watched, and listened too

I want to fly away on the wings of solitude

to breathe a breath unheard by all

to get away from the rush of people

and to be one with the rush of myself

I want to sing the sweet song of solitude

to dance in my own self-pity

and to watch it ferment and blossom

blossom into unconditional self-love

I still want to feel love in solitude

to still have a firm hand to grasp

a hand outside of my unbreakable bubble

a person who can see the real me

And then I'll leave beloved solitude

to fly with my own true friend

but not burn any bridges to solitude

should I ever need a way there again