In the quiet arms of solitude, I find my restless peace; I crave the words of comfort yet I let the relations cease.
I bask in the warmth of silence and seclusion; don't get me wrong, this is my safe haven, my own decision.
The moments I belive no one will truly understand my mind, the weight if it lingers, unseen by the blinds. Not blind to the world or it's endless art, but blind to the complexities I hide inside my heart.
I yearn for a shoulder I could cry on and wonder-
Would anyone see the wounds and scars that I hide under? Could I be understood for my melancholy and nostalgia?
Would they be horrified of my borne sadness? I live in that paranoia.
So I choose a soft blanket and the silence embrace. I remove myself from the crowds that many chase.
Living in the cocoon of my dreams and imagination. For I prefer the quiet hum over the world's temptation.