day one hundred-fifteen: my puzzle box.

["Solitude is as needle to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character." -- James Russel Lowell]

sometimes i long for solitude

and no one understands

there's something in being alone

with thoughts and feelings

and figuring out what they all really mean

and how they all fit

like a jigsaw puzzle

of a million pieces

all inside the box

that is my brain

and they must be taken out

in solitude and pieced together

one by minuscule one

until a few match up

and fit together

to make a little bit of sense

but solitude doesn't last forever

and into the bustling world i must go

so the pieces may be pulled apart

and hidden away again

only to be shaken up

by the noises and sounds of the days

so i'll live my life

longing for that solitude

or someone to help me piece together

the pieces in my puzzle box.