solitude comes in different forms
i.
the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. the warmth from my morning cup reaching my hands, embracing my lips.
stillness. quietness.
early mornings and empty thoughts.
the illusion that another day exists to make everything right…better…bearable.
ii.
being in the moment. taking a break. deep breaths. resting.
the ebbs and flows of the ocean. the wind flowing through my fingers. catching the sunrise.
feeling alive.
iii.
a warm hug, comfortable and not too tight. a tap on the shoulder, as if to recognize you and your efforts. gentle squeeze. words of assurance.
thank you’s and i love you’s.
being understood.
iv.
arms brushing. soft nudges. exchanged smiles.
feeling something again after a long while.
