The hardest part of solitude is when all the distractions are gone.

You only have you left to deal with.

All of you

Me

I can feel me.

Overthinking thoughts until it’s just someone else talking

STOP

I’ve told myself that before to shut up the other guy

I say it a lot

Too much

Because he won’t

I feel like I’ve jumped a timeline that’s under construction

Gridlocked behind vehicles, lanes closed, flagman asleep at the wheel

I’m trying to get his attention

He sleeps

I honk

He sleeps

I need to find the next exit

Timeline

6 lanes open wide cmon gimme what I want

*twirls mustache “what’s going on with this?”

Chad take yourself seriously

Nah

Not while traffic sits still

In hazy exhaust fumes.

Like smoggy spirits ascending into the sky while we must sit and smell their farts

Good one Chad

Not

Wild Horses plays on my phone

Not tonight Jagger. She’s too far away

Love is she

“Let’s do some living baby, after we die”🎶

That’s solitude rearing baby

Just the three of us in here

Me

Myself

And

A mosquito

*pig stutters “gngngngngngnight folks”