Quiet Place

My quiet place is black. My quiet place is white. This quiet sanctuary takes upon every color created to be. Upon this canvas I paint the world not as I see nor as I feel but as I want. In this quiet place all else is false. Int his Quiet place place there is no law I cannot break, no rule I shall not bend. I MADE THIS PLACE! I HAVE FREE REIGN! In this Quiet place IAM God! This quiet place has no limits. In this quiet place I have no bounds. The break between right and wrong is broken letting both inks blur to gray. In my quiet place there is no fair- ONLY what I deem should be. This realm of life so small so big so great, such a well kept secret...I carry it everywhere I go yet it carries all of you, and it carries me too. This sanctuary of all things from the blackness of its start to whatever Master says so be.. It is mine and you abide there in my world where all ends meet. You have one too- why we all do! (Some more vivid than others) but it is the merging of all these quiet places that makes this noisy one come true.