A gap of loneliness turns me into a bookworm. A bridge of hope makes me a learner. A library of solitude— my quiet healer. Books that heal, papers that listen, a pen that writes the hidden treasures of my mind. Moonlight spills into the dark night, bringing a sudden breeze of faith back into my soul. The sound of loneliness— a blessing in disguise. For I have turned solitude into a treasury of knowledge. —Albatross ✍️🕊