All i hear are echoes all around
a thick ambiance of solitude surrounds,
knitting my own web of loneliness and diving in it,
trapped and my limbs cant move,scream out loud something my lips wont do,
i try to fight it but futility ensues,but then i embrace it and sanity resumes,
maybe its better this way my brain concludes,…
Part of me rejoices at the idea of self made euphoria, away from masses that frequently induce phobias,..
the other part desperately hungereth and thirsteth for a shoulder to lean on,a sister/brother to call on and a clique to show off,so multiple persona lurks ahead,but i refuse to be dual with a single face,refuse to be defined with a singular phrase….so i rest