Solitude is oxygen for the obsessed

An ode to silence

When the earth is 
between breaths 
I find myself
in stillness.

Fragmented thoughts feel whole
an echo of calm.

The noise of ambition fades 
replaced by peace
not empty
not full.

The quiet nurtures
the fire.

Refuge 
as the mind dances on
finding rhythm 
in the lonesome.

Silence whispers a lullaby 
that quiets the loudest thoughts 
those obsessed 
find the oxygen they crave.

In solitude
comes life.