solace

There is solace in the way I wage wars against myself in my own head. A sweet comfort of what I have always known. Not a moment of serenity while the cogs crunch through my thoughts leaving me with scenarios that may or may not be. Fantasy that I've stitched together with delusional Hope the universe will let me breathe A deep sigh of relief. A relief so deep the Moss covered trees feel it in the roots that map the forest.