Sometimes.
When a room is crowded and I can't hear myself think.
Sometimes.
When I drown out the noise that flows through the world.
Sometimes.
When I fill the world with my own sounds.
Even then am I reminded.
Recollections of a past barely existent.
Sometimes.
She comes to mind rapidly, randomly, repeatedly.
A flick of the hair, an overly expressive gesture, a sarcastic smile.
And for a brief moment,
a split second,
I am a prisoner again.
Now I have the key to free myself.
And as many times as I escape,
still.
Sometimes.