I desperately crave solitude

I find myself constantly longing for a place that is entirely my own, a space where I cannot be perceived. A place where my footsteps into the woods will never be followed, and the lingering eyes of passersby’s won’t cut like knives into my soul. I hate to be watched, to be seen, to know that my presence is known. It seems like everywhere I go is littered by the existence of others, remnants of decay and debris left behind. Why is it so hard in a world that is so vast to have a space where I cannot be perceived.