I use to picture loneliness as an open field covered in snow. The night sky and the moon were all I had as company and the only voice I heard was the quiet whistling wind against my ears.
Sometimes in my head thats where I go when solitude is no where to be found.
Lately though the reality has far too often been an open field covered in snow with the night sky and the moon as my company. The only voice I hear is the quiet whistling wind against my ears.