The Irony Of Solitude.

It has oft been remarked that tranquility is the path to harmony. I sit here yet again wondering how to do this. The night is still. It is not to hot nor too humid. The fan hums quietly in soft refrain to the relaxational sounds I have on. As always it is a thunderstorm in a tropical rain forest loop with pan flutes for quiet harmony. The darkness seems to becon forth with tender loving embrace. Yet still I struggle. I am in conflict. Terrified that the inner demons, for now banished to the realm in my nether subconcious mind,will spring forth. The moon vuluptous and full seems to shine down as if to reach out and offer her solace.
No longer trapped by terror ,yet not yet free ,this hellacious battle will not subside. My mind freed does not wonder off to release the day. It sits idleing like a muscle car ready at the line waiting for the christmas tree to give all greens. The rpms now near redline. Come forth blissful slumber shut down and take me soon