In solitude
There is feeling
The luxury to feel
The way I feel
In company
There is the obligation
Always
To justify your feeling
To acknowledge
That the other person
Is also right
And then to arrive
At a mid-point
Which means nothing
To anyone
And is
Totally and completely
Useless
Hence,
Blessed solitude
Art is produced
Only in this solitude
Where you can
Dive deep
Into yourself
(In the warmth of company,
There is no art)
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