My eyes are fixed on your face. All your faces. In my mind tears are streaming down my face and splashing in my soul. I’m drowning.
In reality all I can do is continue to look. Fire blazing in my eyes.
But you’re not there.
And you can’t hear me.
I try to move. I shift to the floor. All I can think of is how I can’t run. Of how I wake up each day and I’m imprisoned in a comfortable chamber of endless madness. My ears have gone numb, my voice gives out. I don’t want to speak because my words would do nothing.
My fists tighten and my chest begins to rise and fall over and over. My teeth are grinding and the noise coming from within in me is like a wild animal ready to destroy.
If only I could run. Fly to my hidden world.