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Sitting still.

I’m here, and no one else.

Damn the world around me, let it rot. Sink.

Its watchful eyes and pointy prods make my inners real.

I want to shut the door and sleep, turn my head in without a care.

Sleep, let the peace settle in, hold it dear.

Close my eyes to forget myself.

I want to whisper my fears and let them drawn.

Into my pillow, I melt.

Perhaps it’s not me but the rushing of the leaves out there, the noise of the misfits.

The noise of the misheard.

The alarm rings.