solitude marks the height of my contentment no agreements to make I don't have to see faces nods smiles masked aggression I don't have to act I don't have to trade facade for facade with my peers do I even have peers?
at night, I feel a stillness so deep, so harsh, so honest I don't have to live this lie explain why I'm fine why everything is fine because, it's not nothing's fine
I am a million clashing universes filled with endless dying stars and I reach out to the other universes and shrink back back and at night I fill the stillness the stars collapsing every synapse bending toward destruction
no want no need no crying out for more
at night there is no other no one to say my name falsely and when I sleep the ocean of my subconscious carries me to sleeping cures takes me away for years to great expanses of colorful living worlds where I feel where my emotions are tangible solid and they keep me company for a millennia I wake to this doll world where a friend asks how are you doing and she's doing it out of obligation and there's no color and I have no emotion and I feel nothing
Life is the waiting room for the exploration of that dream world
and every night I taste it I touch it I breathe in its vibrance and the only want is to never wake to this grey world to never have to answer