Blissfulness in solitude

 I disappear sometimes, i have this feeling that strikes me all of  sudden i disappear and in my partial solitary space i found that sometimes it's better not to talk to anyone, about anything, so i thrive in solitude, i've buried myself in so much reading that i may have a found a way to portray in real life every character i read about or maybe i found myself in one of the lines of the books i read.

Sometimes they ask “what broke you so much that you've built this giant wall that you don't want to let anyone in” they don't know me i would answer if i knew how to respond. And so i avoid attachments and i disappear.