A letter to my comforter: Solitude
To my sweet solitude,
Hey there best friend! I am sorry for not writing this earlier. I have always admired you, The bond between us grows each day stronger. There goes an endless list if I start to praise you. I ain't sure if this letter is all enough to show my gratitude for being with me, but still yeah. I literally am indebted to you, for always being with me. Everything feels so light when I spend time being alone. To be honest, I came to know so much about myself only when I spoke to you. Only when it comes to you, my heart speaks the truth. Shattered by the words of human, my whole self is complete only when I converse with you, my champ!
You are like that blanket that comforts me. You are like that spotify playlist I would always listen to. You are like that Spring flower everyone awaits to witness. You are like that hue that completes coloring the entire me, and no matter how many similes I write for you it ain't enough to describe the days you put me onto sleep when I used to overthink about people who backstabbed me. From blooming flowers to withering leaves to carrying frosts to enjoying petrichor, seasons changed, People did too, but you never. Humans may come and go, but you are the only constant human for me!
Be it on a misty dawn or dewy dusk, you always make everything exquisite. When I used to be alone and weep, my eyes was only able to see things monochromatic, a pretty tragedy maybe? Nah. I call it pretty right? It's a beautiful tragedy that made me stick onto solitude and kept me away from fakeness. Everyday when troubles tortures me away, you comforted me like my mother's lap. Even in my dreams I want you to come, and the moment I open my eyes, be there for me, solitude. In my mother's womb you were born with me, and until my last breathe you will be with me. Much obliged to you for embracing me through my hardest times. And for the last time, here's my heartfelt thank you to you. My sweet solitude :)
One who has realized,
Solitude is also beautiful.