Lacuna

I'll halt my thoughts,

                       Before they exceed sanity again.

Drive past in oblivious bliss,

                                                 Where nothing,

           No one makes sense.

               Consciousness left at the doorstep,

Of this secret garden,

                                     I've tresed in.

Such beauty in anonymosity.

                        Comfort in knowing everything–

                                                                —but nothing.

   Resident of lacuna evermore.

Images do not belong to me.

#JulyPrompt14