“Wrapped in the darkness of night, and the warm embrace of time spent alone.
Moving from thought to thought, and thing to thing at my own accord.
Slowing, listening, reflecting.
The hustle slowed to a crawl.
The small, but monumental movements of the butterfly inside the cocoon.
It is heavenly inside my Solitude.
It fills me like food, and somehow leaves me hungry for more.
I crave it like a favorite dish, seek out the quiet corners of life over and over.
I can hear the whirling of my insides there, every whispered nuance of my soul.
It is where the music is. It is where the life is.
Why spend so much time looking in?
Because I’ve spent so very long looking out… “