When I am alone, the layers of loneliness that I experience can be pretty hellish. If there are a lot of distractions, I don't feel the pain and discomfort of being alone. But as I dare to allow the dangerous risk of silence, I find that there is peace on the other side of my chaotic nervous system, radio static. A peace that unholy forces wish to keep my mind away from through chaos and distraction. Because, on the other side, there is something that those who only covet originality can not have, and that is true authentic creativity. But I must brave the risk of a lonely, isolated existence and landscape to find it. And until I am fortunate enough to find another soul who has braved the journey, I will carry on. Even when I meet those brave souls, I know there is more terrain to traverse. So, when the creative flow becomes jammed and tethered to thoughts, I remember that the journey that got me here is never-ending. Accepting the hidden gift that quiet loneliness can be just as kind and compassionate as a friend.