I have a garden full of time as a beautiful display when twilight goes to sleep and my true self finds balance. Here I find the brightest side of myself and fear cannot tear me down with its dark silence.

I can see a crescent moon connected to my life story as an illusion within a reality where I can feel the roaming of my soul.  And my  head never bends low when I seek the solution to finally be whole.

Yes, sometimes I need a bit more space where no other presence walks upon my solitude, where my mind can rest. This is the place where I can pick up my pen and let my heart bleed how I am blessed.