Birth of solitude.

by DarkLight   Feb 20, 2012


The eye draws on the white ceiling a little black line.
The ceiling takes up the eye's illusion and turns black.
Then the line erases itself and the eye closes.

Thus solitude is born.

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  • 13 years ago

    by L

    Nice imagery and i like the way you explain it.

    I have always imagine solitude to be like let's say for instance there is a tree with branches and leaves and when one of those leaves fall, the moment when they are falling until they hit the ground that's solitude. Because when they hit the ground the leaves then make a pile an thus aren't alone anymore.

  • 13 years ago

    by Karla

    Wow...very good definition of solitude.

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