Disassociate me. I am not yours. I am not their’s. I am not them. I am in my bubble. I am out of that box. Flying high. Impenetrable. Out of reach. All of you are out of reach.

But **** this solid body.  My soul looks *****… because I’m in this bubble too long. Difficult for you to see through the atmosphere of pain and aggression.  Glass lost its gleam.

I long for intervention.  Only for a spell. Only one night of hell. Then I’ll go up, up, and away.