Solitude, a friend

Solitude a reliable friend, one that accompanies me to the world's end. He's quiet and shy, hidden away from others appearing only when I am alone, in the depths of the night. When I am left with just my thoughts, it comes and finds me, to support as i lay there on those silent evenings, deep in contemplation. He helps me clear my mind. In his embrace I find my peace, the time when I can truly relax and feel at ease. By his side, there's no need to act, no stress or need to impress, or indeed put on a show of someone else, no need to hide what is really me. In his company, I can be myself, be free, without fear of any judgement or shame; he's like a heavy warm blanket on a chilly winter day, muffling the noise outside. Solitude, the truest friend, guiding me when the rough seas of the world see no end, my brother in arms, as we enter the vast arena that is the earth. I am certain I will meet you again: it's just a matter of time. Alone is another word for sublime.