Current Location: Another plane of existence where all material is shaped and held together by sheer thought.
I sit alone here by this crater lake, perched within a small pocket of land shaped solely by thought out of chaos. An island amidst the nothingness, free of the tyrannical rule of time where change is not a constant. Where life subsists on the edge, always on the verge of but never actually fizzling out. There are neither shadows, sounds nor colours here, just black, white and all the varying shades that lie between. A dull world by any standards, but one where solitude and peace can be found in abundance. This is home, in the absence of other places of refuge.
This is my Sanctuary.
I have been retreating here more frequently than before. To sit by the gray waters, pondering the silvery waves and ripples that crisscross the surface. I guess I am drawn by its call to recharge, heal and tap into the tranquility for inner strength. Nothing stirs the waters, save the currents of my thoughts that run deep. As of late, the waters have started to churn silently, reflected in the incoherent streaks running across the waters. Where there was once harmony, now a muted discord hovers over the waters. Accentuating the immutable subduedness that saturate this little world is a pale ashen sun that hangs fixed on the far horizon, perpetually on the brink of rising, or setting, depending on the viewer’s perception of life.
I need time to refocus my clarity of thought here, of late weary from battling to turn the tide against a sudden onslaught of its age-old enemy- emotion. To be caught off-guard on several occasions and cede much valuable ground has been painful, to say the least. Now I fight to hold onto what little left that has not been snatched away by life. I wait for this cloud of confusion to dissipate. So many events have taken place in the early months of this year, mostly working against my favour. I shall recuperate here ’til a better day bids.
With time, all wounds will heal and tears dry up in this Sanctuary. It always has…
Posted by Joel 
