I need silence.

I listen to

The Waltz of The Flowers

and dance with myself

right down the middle of the hall.

I keep a healthy balance

between

mildly proficient socialite

and

the fucking crazy kid.

I take a double dose

of melatonin

and fade into my comfort zone;

a book held like an idol

to ward off evil,

and the room suspended

in an eerie silence.

This is my kingdom.