Solitude is labyrinthine.

Time alone in solitude is an undeniable lure for the soul, some time alone in  the mountains, a beach or near a river or maybe reading a book, writing or listening to music. She had dreamed of being free, serene and content being on her own, just all by herself......that time solitude was so elusive. She had longed for solitude. She felt it was a mirage that enticed all, the fact that no one is alone when surrounded by people. She suddenly felt she was all alone just like the sun in the sky bereft of clouds and the birds; only a hue of pale orange was seen. Her gaze went up to the evening sky and she found that the sun was alone, no birds flying across nor the clouds that adorned the sky. For a second,  she felt the sky understood her.

She knew solitude was just a refuge from her inner turmoils and the emptiness she felt in her core. Loneliness was  not chosen by her, but it was something imposed on, manifesting itself as a feeling of isolation and emptiness. Loneliness comes in waves. One moment you feel fine, and the solitude brings you peace. The next moment the quiet hurts. Emptiness is what remains when loneliness recedes. You don’t feel emptiness, you know it. You know that something is missing, but you don’t know what until that vacant space is filled. She knew it would get filled eventually. She knew in the core that all that she held close was just drifting away and it was the irony of passing time that brought it forth. She was happy in the mere fact that she held them close to her heart. She looked at the sky hoping that the next day would bring her an evening sky that expressed a lot of her own untold emotions and thoughts.