For certain, there is a joy in being known

In being gregarious and being out there

But there is also an indefinable glee in hiding in your own den

In finding tranquility in the thunder of your thoughts

In being anonymous to the idea of restless activity

And in being lost in the standstill of time.

Into a space where there is nothing burdening your shoulders nor anything that is lending a hand.

Like that beautiful waterfall that is crossing its fingers to remain camouflaged from the idea of being discovered

Like that corner in your room that you don’t ever want to clean up lest it loses its charm

Like that crumbled piece of paper that doesn’t make sense but you just don’t seem to get rid of it

It’s like that music you have heard a zillion times but you choose it over the trending one

It’s like a mood to turn away from anything that seems to disturb the solace that you have binged upon

For it seems wiser to stay masked and make meaning of the little things that make you smile

To neither jump nor step back in the vitality of factual lies

To choose for a space that doesn’t jeopardize the comfort of the undisturbed bubble

And maybe revive like the sunshine in a hurricane that is brave, contented and stubborn…

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Last Update: December 31, 2023