Dairy of a broken dreamer.

Solitude is peace.

I've learned to be one with the silence.
Coming to terms with the effects of life and the daily routine of living .
I'm spending every waking moment pondering what new hell I have to face yet again.
Singling out all of my weak spots with precision,
Needling at my vital points until I'm paralyzed, I am unable to change the course of my inevitable spiral.
I miss those days.
Those days when no one and nothing could shake my steady mind and determined heart.
Where even the slightest falter wouldn't rattle my soul, but
I've learned that within this senseless war, there's solitude.
Having to master such a vice will prove to be tricky,
Yet, for some reason, it's the only comfort I have left remaining.
I've learned that within my own solitude, there is peace.
It's not the best kind, but this deafening, peaceful silence that lingers in the air when you are not around.
For my soul is tired and drained, and even with your absence, this empty void i feel is filled with an assuring ray of light.
For i have learned to be one with that silence within my solitude.