Composition comes in the still of the night.
The silence beckons to my thoughts and all its trappings.
A clear mind working without interruption,
I bask in pure solitude, and revel in self contemplation.
Welcoming the crisp nothing that surrounds me, I
can finally breathe.
No longer suffocating, words flow freely
No longer bound, they make their escape
Just pieces of me, simple and complex all at once
Just moments of peace and reckless scrutiny
A small space to escape into my world
A place where only my thoughts reside
O, if time would stand still for a moment
If night would creep in slowly and stay by my side
If light were not required to swallow it wholly
What enchantment would flee this imprisoned mind?
-Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 