Solitude is a
feeling like something when you take pains to study that whether you are lonely .You think it is too lonely
that you keep silence because of having no confidential friend. Then you hold down eyelashes and shut up mouth , immersed in the
solitude which you create. Solitude is such a
feeling ---while somebody would like you to share with him (or her) when you appreciate the freedom of heart alone, you only put on a lonely blanket gravely without any excuse. Solitude is something that you look faraway expecting a sincere smile in distance when your friends are singing Happy Birthday to You for you. Solitude is something like the fleer in the corners of the mouth, waving your hands to reject all remonstrations and standing like the tree which you imagine with no acclaims but wind. Solitude is one good poem you writes on and do not know whom you read for, own sobs under the tear for being moved by the black color superficial writing, while other people wink actually to you . Solitude is you are in the plenty-rain season, also think piles of stories in which the characters begin by " me "; Solitude is that when you pursues perfection, there are so many things against your will before your eyes; Solitude is when you despise the loquacious woman by observer's status, to discover that you are the center they discuss... Solitude is the glossary which many a boys and girls soak with the tears. But, so long as you do not take solitude as the mask to keep sunlight from entering, it only can be one kind of feeling, which comes when you call for it and goes when you wipe away.