It's that single solitary feeling, that creeps up your throat makes you say things.
Makes you feel the hurt, when they are said back and not meant.
Not shown in what is done and felt, not felt in what is lived and loved.
Just nothing, solitary.
Feeling, wanting for that feeling.
Solitary momment, solitary bliss.
Solitary person, me, alone.
Feeling Solitary.
Solitary feeling.