This whisper is on fire in between my walls,
      their thin, white tales are colliding everywhere,
but only the corners of this room are touched.
     Nobody gets to touch the vibrations.
Earlier, I was surrounded by others,
   I was feeling stuck in myself.
I felt the need to hide certain sides of myself.
       I was trying to lose myself in my breathing,
just so I would slip out of that tomb.
Just so I would get out of that clutter.
        And in this way, I was ostensibly out of focus,
so it was only me and my thoughts.
        And I still am like that,
but they have left, now, and I am by myself.
Openly honest to this room who lies withing, this
                        this style,
                        and I let my mind drift carelessly, slipping out every
                        silly and simply honest thought.
In this I find my tranquility.
I felt alone, until I was.