Solitaire

When i was about 12, i would sit and read on the crimson-carpeted stairs in my family flat overlooking a quaint Catholic cemetery. I'd sit for hours on end and finish a novel in, like, a day. That was my world. My escape. I'd be aware of my shadow elongating while the sun set on me. The distant tombstones and cherubs would turn golden. My walls would turn golden.

I was very alone then. As i am alone now, aware of the sun setting on me. Only back then i owned that solitude. Now i am engulfed by it.