Stealing a moment of quiet before like minded footsteps find this beautiful space.
It’s a pleasure to be alone, when loneliness isn’t peeking around the corner.
Surrounded by a gluttony of detail which never conceived of my existence. Yet it still manages to cater only to me in this suspension of time.
I hold my breath willing my ears not to hear the sound of company too soon.
Though my legs are leaden willing time to stretch a bit longer, I will them to move.
Even if only to give the chance of this moment to the next wandering footsteps.
Mental Ground 