Sanctuary's solitude

Panic. Too close. Too alone. Afraid of the truth, scared of the future. Fear built from knowledge, history, rumours and secrets.

False intuition, what you call a night and day mare, lack of confidence coupled with the fact of your loneliness brings you to think of the day ahead and you stride through the shite and try to walk tall with your head up your own arse.

As you walk with the serenity of stupidity, a mask, hiding the madness inside, you wonder/hope you’ll meet someone who will give you direction or at least somewhere to turn to, a sanctuary of opportunity. Somewhere silent, stripped of sanctimonious, sarcastic suckers and you realise your mistake.

Solitude is your only sanctuary.