Solitude phases through dimensions
isolating reality,
creating a pulsating heartbeat
holding tempo with the universes undulation,
demure and disassociated from the world.
Galatea found comfort
in nonexistent conversations,
make believe relationships,
questions of unending reality.
Existence
the physical body
a present moment.
Tethers that hold no value.
Alone she floats
in
and
out
A safe haven of solitude
the impenetrable prism,
protecting personhood from
the cruelty of authenticity.
unexceptional
overlooked
building castles from boxes
relishing in the emptiness
at the bottom
euphoria for negative space.
time passes
safe havens shatter
Psyches splinter
with bitter numbness,
creating crisp sensitivity
spread through the synapses.
Consciousness diffuses
though jelly membranes
Permeating the air
waiting for inevitable evaporation.
detached
the mind floated
all was still
-Liz Larsen
The Junction Journal 