Staring off into this empty space

with passing thoughts of mine,

speaking into the confines; and listening I believe,

into the place that echoes me—

a mixture of light and the shadowy,

but within this area is only me,

yet there is such—

a strong presence here within,

feeling it with my arms crossed,

and the airiness against my skin,

for what I see here—

is an opportunity,

for me to just let loose; and be abrasive,

well I could do that,

but I decided to choose calm and meaningful,

so I began to speak,

from a personal memory in mind,

for in this moment; this is my time,

to shine and unwind—

in such a way that surpassed,

anything before, 

as I’m speaking in between metaphors—

breathing heavily in anticipation,

of the secluded situation—

stepping into the dark for a second,

then began to speak deeply,

then moved back into the light,

where I felt more than alright,

no nervousness or fright,

being in my bright mind; but totally out of sight,

while being here in this place,

as I hear the sounds of my voice,

echo the very words of my choice,

and for a moment; it seemed as if,

the space was filled up,

with words that bounced,

back and forth—

between the walls and my face,

spoke a direct question, but no answer back,

for that would’ve been crazy if so,

but I just know,

that not for one second,

did I feel alone,

and prone to settle in here,

both in the light and dark,

 and in the words spoken then disappear,

a cherished time—

that was all mine,

to just flow and know,

with each word composed—

that this was my humble abode,

and a very quaint retreat,

As I—

stood still and moved about,

with motivated feet—

and not once felt out of reach—

for I thoroughly enjoyed,

being in the place that echoed,

And cared enough; to listen to me speak.

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