This world’s me is the self filtered from judgement
The closing of the door exposes the privateness
privateness has no filter

The reserved area grants the chance to what
I desire upon the time desire

I can dress with garments of my craving
Do the actions of my prefer
Be a character without judgement
A true movie without ratings

The click of the closing door handle
shields the destructive reasoning

The opinionated gazes,
snickers, hushed tones of their tongues,
discriminating looks, and thoughts of
others are deceased in my reserve

The room I rest in is also the room I tire the exclusive me in.
This territory is the open field for the conserved me to explore
In this capacity the self I expose explores freedom of sense