In the quiet corners of my mind, I wander,Through echoes of whispers no one else hears.An endless expanse of shadows and light,Where solitude paints its ethereal art.The walls, my confidants, hold secrets untold,Each creak a story, each shadow a friend.In this cocoon of hushed reverie,I find solace in the language of silence.The world beyond fades to a distant hum,Yet in this stillness, I learn to breathe,To dance with the ghosts of forgotten dreams,And weave new tales in the fabric of time.Isolation’s embrace, both tender and cold,Teaches the heart to seek its own light.In the solitude, I find my own voice,A symphony of one, in the quiet night.