The Pandemic of Isolation

Solitude; a divine blessing.., a damnable curse! No contrasting soul in my midst.., simply the glaring, dubious kinship of me, myself, and I Seclusion; the only condition in which a man can learn of himself.., a lone entity in space where organic matter in all its tangible glory ceases to exist.., a state in which one’s mind can take its ease in the bowels of nothingness Loneliness; a dreadful sword that hangs above me! Nothing, no one to direct and express my frustrations incurred from daily life, no one to touch, and no one to touch me! Eloquent words uttered with no one to be enlightened by them are vain and useless things!