late at night comes a sense of solitude - when quiet comes about, and all are sleeping, a sense of aloneness. even when all are here, all four of them, little ones asleep in a bed or another.
being in this solitude makes me alive, somehow. longing for solitude? something i had never experienced before.
funny that. that being submerged by otherness, i might learn to be me - alone. and enjoy that.
irony. when i’ve tried to be with others all along, that i can finally enjoy being alone. when i’ve wanted to be warmed by the sun, that i can enjoy coolness of the shadow and darkness of the unknown.
human beings are not single or simple - they are dichotomies of our world. splitting themselves in oppositions, hard to follow.
i must just be one of those too, then…
