Isolation – Returning to the nothingness to feel the somethingness of living. It’s been so silent around me. In my head. My physical surroundings. Life has cleared. So many things flattened and subtracted to leave me to me. All my own. My own. It’s just hitting me how few and far between moments like this have been granted me. I say granted because in the fervor of loneliness, the deafening silence of neither being admired or admonished seems like a little gift. I am currently entirely unsure. Unbalanced. Stripped. Feeling raw. Hypersensitive. Kind of lonely, but experiencing a new sort of peace. For the first time … for the first time in my life I am left by my lonesome to sort through all of it … feeling up for the challenge.