a matter of taste

interesting word, solitude. not quite loneliness,
yet already at a distance. a lot of time to learn
origami, or collect linguistic bygones, and practise
casually falling asleep on a ragged plush couch.
and, although involuntary at first, perhaps at some
point, it may become the only thing that actually
makes your morning coffee drinkable.

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