Away

LonesomeWanderer
Jul 16 · 1 min read

Colors are muted today,
a grey sun lurks behind
doleful curtain of clouds.
it should rain, but it doesn’t.
time holds its breath
despite itself being breathless,
a Krakenous grip around the neck.

words fall through brief gaps
of consciousness
deliberately, stubbornly.
unable to live up to its own existence
it dies a thousand deaths
in the abyssal depths
of a deaf voice.

I seek solitude, so I can wrap it around me
like an impenetrable armour
and be done with the world around me.
little do I realize the painful truth:
within this cocoon i create
of my blindingly blissful existence,
I still have to live with me.