Solitude is a choice to remain alive and you victims, harmless to power, you don't understand…no. plunged into the green sneering to my worn-out soul I'm looking for a place to free my natural, unique instincts. solitude is a choice to be drained of blood and I one and only in this ocean of fragile incompleteness. I'm lost, somehow forsaken, absorbed in a river of memories spreading silence is the weapon which forces me to shut up- silence is an excuse for suffering.