I enjoy the solemnity of solitude.
Immersed in my own world,
I can hide away.
Unburdened with the thoughts and feelings of others,
I can heal, regenerate, introspect.
Seclusion has been my home for so long,
The idea of once more making a home among others is tiring,
The idea of sharing you with others is anxiety inducing.
If I had my way I simply hide away,
Seal us off in our own enclave.
But I know that would slowly kill you.
Your spirit would wither without the warmth of other suns.
Other spirits to interact with, to laugh with.
So I leave my den and prepare for the onslaught,
A recluse in a crowd.
Knowing my reward for this sacrifice will be the pleasure of your smile.