There

I observed her from afar,  self imposed throne, 

steeped in solace

 no one to question or touch

 Silence, her only friend.

 I sat quietly in my own imperfect little domain

 slowly coming to recognize

 the oberved linked to the observer

 While choosing to not relate to others

with a dire need to eliminate all discomfort

 I lacked the depth to discover

 not only my own imperfections 

 more accurately, failing to affirm my own place in the world

So now I sit beside her

behumbled by these revelations

quietly, smoking the twilight away