Solitude

I’m laying in bed now, the weight of the day has been lifted from off my back. My mind wanders. Soft jazz gives a backdrop onto which ideas and unfamiliar feelings can be casted; the chaos of a new mind. I’m me now, the face put on for the world has been taken off. It’s a face I’ve grown accustomed to wearing, reluctantly. It saves time, my idiosyncrasies and eccentricities prove too much. I like it here, I like myself now. I am myself now, here alone and mellowed, finding refuge from the ups and downs. The hour’s getting late. Sleep’s on the horizon. Peaceful nights are a luxury.

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