Solitude is not the same as being alone.
the former is aspirational
the latter just dismal
you choose solitude,
luxury in the silent wrapping of self
dipping into dark quiet and reverie.
alone has a keening, hankering haunt
tense and taught as you lean to a touch, any touch
make a contact
light the bulb
or you wish.
my ripples extend undisturbed
There’s no venn intersection
no point
though many cross moments
no point
Stitch This 
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