Alone..The whirring fan..Slight cool air from the open window..A distant sound from vehicles now and then..The breaths going on..and this writing..Nothing else exists right now..Nowhere to go,nothing to do,not even the phone or laptop,not even the people..Just these sounds and cool airand lightand pen moving..Just this feeling alive..Just being..without any identityor memoriesor roles..i'm not a… Continue reading Solitude