Oneself

Lonely, reclusive, outcast, solitary, one self, desolate and alone.

The synonymous adaptation conjured is a inordinate silence that forces so much question.

This state is not one to be defined as a critical crisis but, a situation where in, one has taking time to self evaluate.

The jester of why is as simple as why do we stare? The emotions of a loner is not an affliction but a affluent form of Interpretation.

The attribute isn't an ailment but a copacetic tactic to drive out ambiguity and void.

Take a moment to observe a loner or participate in a lonesome trial of seclusion and reminisce.

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