Solitude

I love my solitude but it is not how I want to live. Solitude is alone it is a subtle form of isolation. I want to live in the world where others in multitude live. It is not always clean and bright it is not always filled with the healthy the lovely or the clean. It is often very messy full of germs and unfamiliar sights. Sometimes it is disgusting sometimes painful, other times joyous uplifting and loving but most often it seems chaotic swift dramatic. A life surrounded by multitudes cannot be controlled or swayed rather it sways me it moves me to unknown places. Places I may fear, places I may need to see to be free. And when I drift into my solitude I can reflect on life as I see it; the universe and everything in it interdependent on each other, bound to each other.