Day Eighteen: Solitude

I spent an entire day alone without checking my email or picking up my phone and it was a little frightening how amazing it was.


Solitary

In my own head
all thoughts in my voice
I talk to myself in my writing

in the exploration of this
I want to make it better
I want to make me better
it is still a mystery

Such attachment to this voice
it belongs to me
but
it doesn't belong
most ideas molded and formed
from the pages of other text
written alone by some dead writer
read alone, in my voice