There is this empowering quality to solitude but there is also an unfathomable force that pulls you astray. Feeling detached and reluctant to reach out to anyone has complimented my daily routine. There is a difference between being lost and completely allowing yourself to fall into heavy isolation. There are no more days of black and white; everything is comfortably grey. I’ve succumbed into the lull feelings when I really should be living. Lately, breathing seems to be enough of a satisfaction. It’s this listless vibe I can’t shake off -but I don’t know if I care to mind anymore.