Chrysalis

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.