Fantasies of my mind: No noise, just me

I used to think solitude meant something was missing. Now I know it means nothing is demanding me. No noise. No expectations. Just the calm space where my thoughts can unfold without being rushed. My wings are not for leaving ... they are for resting. And in this stillness, I feel full. Not lonely. Not incomplete. Just whole in my own quiet way. Sometimes the most beautiful place to be is right here, alone, and at peace with it.