Simple things

I sit in this quiet flat on my own at long last. I have finally been given some respite from the long battle with companionship and am relieved and placated from this long suffering journey of butting my head against a red faced buffoon named rage. Although my head has yet to adjust to the culture shock of this silent cocoon, I am grateful for any time that I am spared from my nemesis. It is a rather exhausting expenditure of energy trying to stuff a cork into the volatile mix of anger and resentment. At last I can rest and bathe in the softness of solitude.