This cold womb of solitude entombs me in silence so serene that I may sleep as Death. Such sweet slumber where life's ebb and flow is lost in the icy breaths of lingering time.
ps: I have to add: OK don't freak out if you read this. It is less about solitude and more about me freezing my ass off in the house, and the warmest place being the down duvet in bed.
Posting this is a monumentous step for me. Should I? Here goes nothing. (ps: I even created a new word, "monumentous", being a cross between monumental (what I intended to use) and momentous (which is probably subconscious wishful thinking). Of course, I'm probably not the first to "create" it, someone must have made that blunder before. )