By Danel 
Bukowski says this about loneliness and being separated from people.
At first, I thought I could tolerate people; their fake smiles, meaningless words, and their words that fall apart without traveling a long distance. Yet over time I feel like every interaction and conversation I have with them is missing something from my soul. In fact, I have tried to live by tolerating this behavior. Laughing with them, sharing days, but I realized that I always live a life that is not my own, breathing air that is not mine, saying words that I never hear.
And then.. But one day I decided to walk away, yes I felt I had to choose, me or them, loneliness from getting hurt day by day, silence from noise and disturbance, myself than others!. At first it was difficult, I started to miss them, I missed their voice, I missed their talk, but after a few months I started to hear myself, I started to understand myself. Within the quiet walls of my little room, I found the truth I never had.
I can’t see nobody coming here to lie to me or create an image that I’m not. Discrimination is not escaping, it was never escaping. Discrimination is a deep clarity that enters the soul. Even though the world has taken me cruelly, I have shared the opportunity to be honest with my soul from the remaining pieces. I listen to my heart, notice my needs, smell my fears, sit back and observe the shame I’ve done in people before.
I don’t want their answers, advice and false hope anymore. The life with them fills the lungs like a saying. After that there is nothing, we are left with just a silent injury. But today I can breath freely alone. I can walk in silence,. I can write without fear,. I can think without limits,. Loneliness is difficult, but it is true. A real cry is more meaningful than any fake smile. Desperation is more peaceful than any unattainable hope. I learn something new about myself everyday. In the midst of all that chaos, I realize all that I couldn’t learn.
Finally I understood that my distance from people wasn’t a loss but a discovery. The real world is not a false sun that shines among others, but a candle that shines within me. In this quietness, in this strange freedom, how wonderful it is to be cruel but true!.