Need to cut myself away,
Away from people,
People hurt me, intentionally or unintentionally.
I can only live a life worth living away from people.
But a life without those you love.
Is that a life at all?
My paradox of life.
Torn between a decision:
The life one can continue, or the one worth possessing.
This destiny of solitude. A question, a circumstance, a place of being.
This needs a resolution one way or another.