Seclusion has drawbacks, and it's clear why--
but she took a deep breath of humid summer air,
and evaporated into a pool of nothingness.
The birds were singing again-
drowning out the singular path a mind such as hers could obtain;
the single note left astray was monotonous to say the least,
and made her arms dotted with goosebumps.
Most pretend to find simple things intriguing,
many flee the sight of such things;
but she found herself stuck in the middle,
of loving and hating occurrences such as these.
The touch of a gentile breeze;
the sound of the wind through autumn leaves-
the hot sun on the nape of her neck,
sometimes solitude made her feel like a wreck.