It was a slow year…
The world seems too big for me now.
So I hide behind my bedroom curtain.
And let the blue glow paint my skin.
I am immovable at the moment.
Ignorant of all that is without these walls.
All I can do is sink into my thoughts.
Allowing noise to circle my bed.
Although I hear naught a word.
Never knew I would feel again.
Not like this.
Nothing can cure me today.