Alone in Strange solitude

There's a solitude that creeps through even the most crowded rooms. A desert of the soul, where even the warmest touch feels distant. In this barren landscape, I stand, a solitary figure under the crimson moon. The world around me, a surreal tapestry of blues and shadows, reflects the internal turmoil that churns beneath the surface.

I’ve found myself lost in this vast, cracked earth, a place where the familiar becomes foreign, and the once comforting becomes cold. Yet, it is in this solitude that I find a strange kind of peace. A quiet acceptance of the isolation that, paradoxically, connects me to others who may feel the same.

*written and Art designed by Lexx black