Solace Amidst Chaos.

I'm sitting on a wooden chair, the quiet is my haven, my place to lose myself in tangled thoughts and mixed emotions. With walls of glass and cooling air, this room of solitude protects me from the outer turmoil, the hyperactive state of children, whirling, squealing, racing round my inner sanctum. I see their faces, contorted in chaotic delight but I hear not a whisper, my box of glass serves to shield me from the ensuing chaos that is life.