Solitude is addicting. You get to love the feeling of being all alone and unwanted so much that you actually feel the pain of company pretty bad. Nights and days and weeks merging into eons of utter silence. Peek into my soul and I see the darkness of eternity smirking back.
The tree was fine when I saw it last time. I don't quite recollect how long ago that was. I do recollect the tree was fine. Now I see it again. All shrivelled up, The glorious leaves gone, So too the pride. It looks old, Maybe feels old, wasted, useless What happened to you, old friend? What bolt of destiny struck you down. I doubt you will ever hold that head up again Against the sky, against the wind, against time. But don't you worry. We are with you. Shrunk, shrivelled, shaken down No matter. We are with you.
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