Me and My Quiet

I confess. To being overly attached to my quiet. Possessive of it actually. My special place, state of being. No one else allowed, ever. My rules, my creations. Sometimes a serene vacuum of empty, exquisite nothingness. Other times a boisterous three ring circus of an inner life filled with exotic adventures. And sometimes as a vast expanse stretching across brilliant horizons, while at other times as a microscopic speck in a never ending, mysterious, cosmos.