Solitary,
By choice.
Playing at hermit.
Solitude can be both blessing,
& curse.
Changing as to which,
With the winds.
Madness lurking,
At edge of sight.
Black specks,
Dancing across our vision.
All.
Alone.
Alone.
Again.
Who would dare seek out such a guru?
Is the wisdom worth it?
Which secrets?
Black Specks Dancing Across Our Vision.
