Silverfish

Lemon Eye

I am alone, yes, but at what cost?

This happiness I think I feel cannot derive from the absence of company, yet perhaps is alluding to that very idea instead?

Often I will get lost in my own decoding day dreams, wandering so far off into the forest that I completely lose my way about my mind. Then I have to start over, rewind, and remember an awful doubt I once had.

But inside of my own thoughts I find a beautiful divine comfort. It smells like soft, slow burning cedar and tastes like warm blackberry scones. My thoughts relieve me of these earthly burdens and lets a warm light in, thick lines of sun pressing into the back of my head.

I take my time in this place and meanwhile–back down on the ground–my fellow pupils tear away at my dreams. They degrade me like malevolent debasers, raised by wolves no doubt, and break my heart and soul.

A thoroughly debauched sabotage of the mind.

Yet, here in this place, I feel free. It is this very contradiction that destroys me.