There’s a playground in my head that I can always retreat to.
The upkeep of the apparatus seems to depend on my spiritual condition.
At times it is a barren wasteland with unusable playthings.
Lately it’s a veritable amusement park of thrill rides.
It’s a great place to hide, but that’s not how I should use it.
It’s also a great place to visit for personal insight, which is new to me.
I guess the sad part is that no one else is ever allowed entry.
As great of a place as it is - it is lonely.