Broken Solitary

Solitary-avoiding the society of others...

I live in a broken solitary. To me, silence is golden and peace is common. I strive for aloneness, for quiet. Yet in the midst of my daydreaming, I long for company. I am a confused creature, never able to make up my mind and decide for anything. For once in the company of those with whom I am aquainted, my heart regrets and my mind loaths the sound of their voice. When will be the time when the world discovers that none should open their mouth, unless it is of useful importance? Nonsense flows from everyone's mouth, as headaches flow from my brain. I live in a broken solitary-I enjoy the avoidance...I relish in refusing social invitations. But then,when the silence invades every inch of my soul, I break and give into the loud musings of society. When will I discover another being with the same thoughts as I? For when my body aches for voices, I want another there to speak, on issues of importance, with every nerve awake and alive in their body with a firey passion breathing from their lips. To speak on subjects that are apart of you, that is the only time to speak at all. Engaging conversations-I have none. But, engaging conversations-I long after. Until my passionate other is found, I remain in broken solitary...