Thunderclouds; rain hits the windshield,
the wipers are broken and all I can see is a line of headlights,
dimly zooming past me.
Sitting here; surrounded by books,
I feel like I know nothing I feel like I do not know enough about how the world looks-
the scream rises again.
Disassociation; ever lurking but only pouncing until late- taking me prisoner leaving caution to fate.
Seclusion; this is the best form of life,
no one to waste time,
no hostility, judegement; waiting in life.
Peace; ever elusive,
a prowling sweet beast,
silence, seclusion, removal, an end,
leaves you with everything- and simply leaves them.