drifting along, alone, the music in your ears so loud that it drowns everything else out, encases you in your own private world that you want so desperately to leave,
but everything outside of that is too intense, too much too much too much too much so you stay but you’re smashing your open palms on the glass,
forcing your tight fists against the barrier again and a g a i n until they swell and bleed and bruise and you keep at it even though it hurts, in hopes to break through,
smash the glass and come spilling forth into the world for better or for worse?
or to catch someome a n y o n e’s attention so maybe once for o n c e someone would look at you as more than a ghost
but no one can hear you outside of it, even the ones close to you.
you pretend like you can hear their words, you pretend like you can feel through that thick encasing that keeps you trapped in a foggy, dark world,
staring out at the light and colour you can just barely make out through the darkness, the sad mist and fog of your small s o t i n y world