Stuck in a labriyth of time, looking out of window pains that are covered in rust.
Waiting for the day, to finally escape.
Notice yourself outside looking in.
Being ingaged into a conversation.
Gaze off to something in the air.
Wondering how you can be there without being completely there.
Allowing your mind to explore the unknown.
Left your mind, body, and soul.
Trapped out in the open, all exposed.
Thoughts pop up; suicide, ending, happiness, dark.
Trying so hard to cease the pain.
In a flash, you're back.
Looking out of rusty window panes.
