There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide

There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

a.r.

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will

Head's heavy, eyes can't open wide
Cramps twist like a knot inside,
But sleep's a dream I am denied.

Who is to blame?

My ears
Or
Your mouth...

I wish I were deaf,
Instead of
Wishing half world to be mute...

With just a bit more force
With just a slight, deliberate twist,
The delicate nerves may snap
And this lowly life force will be snuffed.