I tried to hide behind my walls of seclusion, behind beautiful words bound together. Believing you wouldn't, couldn't see me. I write the words not because I want to, but because I have to. It's my only link to freedom, to reality. Walking the ghostly hallways of life. going unnoticed in this big world. A nobody is all I am, drowning out all the noise around me. Moving through days in a zombified stupor, wanting to break free of the never ending cycle, but loving the cycle nevertheless.