Thoughts

A padded cell.

It was my first waking thought, among others that is. One of the very first things nagging at my brain, giving me a will to rise from my soft sheets and start the day. The one aching feeling in my stomach, subdued by the morning coffee. All the while, my head buzzing with the thoughts of a madman. However, I haven't fallen into madness yet. Or at least I think not. Some days I feel as a wandering soul does. If that wandering soul is headed through the desert somewhere unknown to those who haven't wandered beyond human imagination. These strange plains of silence are what I yearn for the most in moments of extreme clutter or noise. This noise is what I face on a daily basis, so much so that I'd prefer locking myself in a padded cell rather than going to school and being productive. The day has only just started and I've already got a splitting headache running to and fro across the line where my ears and brain meet. It always amazes me to find that I haven't sustained any type of major hearing loss from the constant pounding my eardrums take on a daily basis. I feel as though one of these days, I will simply snap. This would most likely result in screaming throughout the core of my very being, rising up from the innermost sanctum of my core. There are certain people causing this pain more than others, but this doesn't matter. Most cause a type of pain in one way or another. It is still the silence I wish upon, more than most other things I desire. It is this reason, and many others, that I wish for this year to end sooner rather than later. 

I do not fancy myself mad. However, I do wish there were a padded cell with my name on it.