There is a softness to solitude—a peacefulness, lighter than mist.

Loneliness is a feeling entirely different, deep and biting. The kind of thing that you stand on the edge of, watching as it waits to devour you whole.

Solitude exists a few steps back, where the ground is steady and you can feel the breadth of the world beneath your feet, comforting in its enormity.

At once light and reaching deep into the core of you.

Space to think, space to feel, space to hope and see the glimmer of ever-elusive happiness.