Welcome to the Land of Me

And I sit.
Quiet, silent, alone...
Lost in a moratorium of thought.
I sigh, breathless whispers of truth,
lies, stories,
tales spun into a web of what is, what could be, what was.
My thoughts echo in the cavernous realm of my mind.
My dreams flicker like a candle's flame
in an exasperated breath.
My hopes blanket the air like
a cool, autumn fog rolling across a warm, grassy knoll.
My fears illuminate like a harvest moon
battling a blazing summer sun...
While I sit here,
quiet, silent, alone...
lost in my moratorium of thought
in the land of me...