Personal Cosmology
In my den. A place to go. Away from all. No depth. No upstairs, no down stairs. Built by me. My secret solitude. God’s not here. Mum’s not here. I have a self-made haven of contempt. This place to hide. Do I need to. Yes, I do, to hide. To hide and be Invisible to all the world. My escape. I love my den. It’s were I go when I’m home. I can daydream here. Dream about my perfect life.
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