Words flow this way for me, if it makes no sense to you, know that I’m not making sense to me either.
I’m starting to question,
My isolation,
My desperate need to keep away.
I wonder if it’s doing me any harm.
Nights, yellow lamp light, silence,
Me and my mind.
Days, noises, people,
lives,
Me, eyes open, silence in my mind.
I can’t think,
Because I’ll think wrong,
My eyes absorb, lights,
My skin absorbs, sensation,
My lungs breathe, dirt.
I want no one near me,
Or maybe I taught myself not to.
Maybe my meditation is my isolation,
Or maybe I’m doing life wrong.
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