Four walls and me
and that is all.
Every day they knock,
want me to trade my sanity
for relief,
relief from all the thoughts.
But I hold on just a little longer.
Is that your outstretched hand?
Days and weeks and months
and days -
they pass and I lose track
of time.
I can feel my thoughts
radiating
through my four walls,
a million laughing faces.
They're laughing at me
and I smile.
Pitiful creatures.
They do not know the whispers,
they do not know awareness,
the sanity of silence.
But I know.
I know.
and that is all.
Every day they knock,
want me to trade my sanity
for relief,
relief from all the thoughts.
But I hold on just a little longer.
Is that your outstretched hand?
Days and weeks and months
and days -
they pass and I lose track
of time.
I can feel my thoughts
radiating
through my four walls,
a million laughing faces.
They're laughing at me
and I smile.
Pitiful creatures.
They do not know the whispers,
they do not know awareness,
the sanity of silence.
But I know.
I know.
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