In solitude, I am still. The harmony of life wills me into reflection, mindfulness, creativity. The warm embrace of being alone frees the thoughts to follow no patterns defined by peers.
Solitude is my refuge from despair and anxiety. Stubborn, dark feelings fade with the buzz of communal life, easing their grip on my meandering mind.
All the hidden consolations, life’s little gifts, reveal themselves when I’m unaccompanied, with my camera. Quietly, the mundane turns remarkable, fuelling my heart to speak, loudly, as I steal a single moment of time.
The silence, when I observe it, is flowing, often vibrant. It’s inexplicably comforting. Within it, I am never alone.