That moment where you stand still in place or are laying down where you feel most comfortable and safe. It's where you need to be or where you have gone to be alone. Needing space, needing quiet, needing time. You can still hear the most subtle of sounds outside but it can be the loudest inside your head or inside your heart. Those are the places where the most silent of screams and cries are not heard, but they are most surely felt. Not a person can hear or see them, but they are present. It is at that moment you retreat to your quiet place to exclude yourself from time passing to a state of time standing still. The room does not change and the consistency provides you with a sense of comfort; a sense of home. It may not be what is physically in this place but rather what you imagined is there. A person that has since left your side, a lost loved one who has moved on from their existence, a place where you shared a time of joy, a time of love, a time of laughter. It is in those times that we pass through in our head. Like notes on bars, we travel through melodically only able to feel and see but time plays on like the song. You must remember these special places and keep them close as they will help you survive with the memory of the love you have and that place you hold close inside.
The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us,
has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things
inside us. -G. K. Chesterton
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