Solitude enclosed within a layer of chrysalis.
Like a chrysalis, this is a world with a population of one. A
world with the maximum capacity of one. A world where the hands of the clock
have been buried and ground to a halt. Time outside, of course, flows on as
always, but none is affected by it.
An inert layer of chrysalis does not react with its
surroundings and thus stays as it is. A place blanketed with safety – that’s
where respite lies. Ecdysis takes place, and even so this place remains. A place
without uncertainty and danger. A place where paradoxes are allowed to exist
and imagination roams freely. Where freedom fills the air and tunes of silence
adorn. Where words tell you stories, silence lulls you to sleep and dreams take
you on adventures. Where toadstools become your friends and susurrous winds
come to play. Where warmth consoles and snow angels play hide-and-seek with
you. Where snow-caked hair visits in spring and flowers visit in winter. It can
be beautiful being alone.
Respiteful solitude. Serenading silence. Peaceful bliss.
