Solitude

Is it a bliss to feel a solitude between busy days?
Or is it a curse? Because there's something missing.
And what is missing left a hole.

No, not a big one. Very tiny, yet very hollow. Very sickening.

Is that a bliss to feel that way?
To walk around and feel nothing and numb.
Or is that a curse because the sparks disappear, the surprises vanish
and left me clueless, too senseless, and anesthetized?

Is it scary to enjoy the solitude?
To long for its pain which sometimes hits very hard yet in a long period
until I hardly can feel it. Or feel you.
Or is it a bliss? Tell me.