The silence, it envelopes me, yet I am unafraid.
Voices, they surround me, but I am drifting away.
I want to go back, to what is familiar to me.
I feel like a stranger here, a thief of time.
Trapped among people I know but can’t make sense of.
The loneliness; in the day – blissful, in the night – a curse.
I don’t know what to do but I want to find you.
And be safely wrapped in your arms.
I am counting down the days as they go.
Some slow, some not so.
Drifting and stumbling, slowly breaking down.