Quiet.
\nPeaceful.
\nThe dim, golden light, like the last rays of the sun before the end of the day,
\nCaptured and held here all night.
\nContrasted with a harsh fluorescence,
\nThe glow of countless excited phosphors being struck by high-energy electrons.<\/p>\n
Sometimes soft ambient music can be heard.
\nOther times, the air is filled with the majestic reverberations
\nOf long-dead composers,
\nOr the overpowering harmonies of modern music,
\nAccompanied by one unrestrained voice,
\nAnd fed by one unrestrained heart.<\/p>\n
The hard corners and flat walls are hidden,
\nBy soft blankets and patterned quilts.
\nThe walls are a patchwork of pictures,
\nHand-drawn or pre-printed,
\nEach one has a story to tell.<\/p>\n
Piles of well-read books,
\nMy dearest friends.
\nOrganized clutter,
\n“A place for everything, and everything in its place.”
\nNothing is insignificant,
\nEverything has a history.<\/p>\n
The brown and white floppy-legged donkey,
\nPerilously perched atop the CD tower.
\nHe was a gift from my girlfriend,
\nThe first thing she ever sent me.
\nHis black marble eyes watch over me
\nIn her absence.<\/p>\n
A hand-drawn doodle, a space battle,
\nThe clash of rebels vs. an empire,
\nBrought to life with sharp pen strokes.
\nFilled with colored pencils, brown and orange
\nWith searing red explosions. It’s dated
\nAugust, 1994.<\/p>\n
There’s a bulletin board somewhere in here,
\nBut you’d be hard pressed to find it.
\nIt’s camouflaged as the walls are;
\nCovered in history.<\/p>\n
Ever and again I have come here seeking refuge,
\nAnd ever have I come here and found that – and so much more.
\nThis place has inspired me, fostered my creativity,
\nIt has housed me, protected me, sheltered me,
\nHidden me, exposed me, held me, helped me,
\nFilled me, and raised me above a troubled world.<\/p>\n
The world in here is just as complete as the world out there,
\nWhere the sun is beginning to rise again.
\nA complete world, with a sun, and a moon,
\nwith day and night, continents and countries,
\nand countless lives…
\nIncluding mine.<\/p>\n
I lost myself in here,
\nAnd I found myself in here.
\nWelcome to my world.
\nWelcome to my Sanctuary.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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