Solitude is a strange emotion  We love and fear it at all times  Everyone wants some in their lives  Yet fear it with their souls  We were born alone  And will probably leave in the same way  But we yearn for company in  the middle  We wish to be a part of a group  We even time our attitude to fit in  Even the loneliest soul needs compassion  Though we might not accept it openly  However this companionship is an illusion  It is always there but never there  We wade through a series of people  And give it a name of our choice  We justify it and give ourselves a reason  Nevertheless we are pushed to battle our solitude  At so many points in our life  We yearn and hate it at the same time  The challenge lies in finding the balance  The harmony in solitude   
Some relationships are meant to stay