I crave solitude. I’m starving for it. Like a heavy morning dew, I’m saturated, but never full. They’re here again, Once more at my door. They’re here to take, Like a persistent rake. I’m ripped. I’m robbed. And I need to gather what’s left. I need to survive. And yet, I cannot satisfy, Because I do not know what is missing. I lay staring, Humming with the seconds of time. Tick tock, Carry me along,