: About Me

Suddenly silent, Interestingly understood, My hours are numberless, My thoughts are unheard. Solitude Shapes in a soft, foggy mist, A freedom from pain, This Elysium's bliss. I walk through the Fog On a still, summers Night. I take in the peace, refusing the light. I don't fear the future, My feet touch the ground. I know that I'll bring myself Safely around.