The best thing about solitude,
Is that it makes you think,
And maybe some creation do,
That keeps you from the brink.
That is where I reside my friend. The brink is inches away but the thinking of my solitude spurs all of my creativity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If thinking is from the left hemisphere and art from the right that leaves me scattered when my brains fights