Solitude

Sometimes, I need myself more than anyone else.
To hear deep into, to yell at, so loud.

To scrape into, to dig into.
To revisit myself, to reinvent myself.
To answer myself, to confront myself.
I want to discover in me, those lonely pockets of calmness,
Those scary unattended apprehensions,
Those insecure heaps of questions,
And those exasperating confusions.

I sometimes badly need myself.
For otherwise, I’d feel choked and I’d feel like dying.
And at those times, only a huge dose of solitude can save me.