Blurb
Amidst the bustling throng, I yearn for solitude.
In the tempest of clamor, I linger for the hush.
As the sun blazes with fervor, I long for the soothing shade.
No crowd, no voice, just empty space,
a quiet, solemn, secret place.
Here, darkness wraps me soft and warm,
its calm dissolves all earthly harm.
I need no mask, no guarded heart,
in solitude, I fall apart.
The world fades out, my thoughts run free,
and in the dark, I find the authentic me.