So, this is a serious discussion about solitude. I shall give you this, and through this reading, we shall discuss what is solitude? Are we truly alone? Is there life without solitude? Spoiler: What did you interpret and understood from this reading? I opened my eyes, and saw an endless, vast gray sky where no clouds drift the winds nor sound imposes with silent chimes. I saw myself from above, I walked below and yet marching forward, I see only mist yet the sky was ever so clear, and in plain sight, there was no sun yet there was light. I continued to straight until then I felt a gentle wind, touching me. I walk ever so slowly as the wind led me astray from the mist, and to my surprise, I was out of the mist. I felt hope yet within seconds, I turned to despair as I heard a crackling noise. Yes, sound made it towards my ear, and so true for my fears. I face downward and fell unto my knees for the ground was gray, palish white and sand, to my dismay, it was bones, bones, bones, bones across the fields, to the horizon it must go, far, further, away it must go! I ran with violence, I ran with decay, I ran into silence, and found a seat. Yes, a seat made of stone, a seat so lonely without purpose, without goal, without desire nor will, I own to keep. I ran towards the seat, closer, smaller, lessen our gaps, I must! Touching, feeling, the rough yet soft structure of this seat. Tired, extremely tired, the days go without past nor future and present! I must have walked with gentle bells, I might have ran with violent bells? I must had, so I had? Weary is my body, foreboding weakness to my mind, I wanted to sleep, sleep right now, still, forever, silent, I must! I...towards the seat...I will... Yeah, you can read above or just do the poll without context.