It is only in solitude
In undisturbed peace
The multitude benign
Novels of mystery and fiction
...
If darkness is my companion
Than it’s equally my foe
And charcoal sketches blotted
Much like my mascara smudged
...
I Hide
It is only in solitude
In undisturbed peace
The multitude benign
Novels of mystery and fiction
Or tunes bleeding out of buds
Combined with aloneness
I thrive
Noise of not just the city
But the voices unimportantly
Whine and unsubscribe
I can find no liberty
In this circus; Confined
The key is unreachable
Yet I survive
If a mirror were placed
In an inconspicuous space
I dare not try to find
Albeit to look inside
The only place I’m at home
Now is in my mind
I’m still alive