I love this,
This liminal space between obligations. This softened darkness,
Host to my truest selfishness.
If only I could slice the ether,
Dissapear.
There goes the fear,
the weight of perception.
It’s quiet calm salves my chapped senses.A life of my own,
to be swathed by the outside.
The ghost at the feast,
the third party.
The free.