Leave me here
Do not worry about me
I like it this way
Lost in my head.
On occasion I allow myself this pleasure. I enjoy the voices. A friend who visits without knocking.
You call me crazy. I understand. You have not wandered this fantasy land. Brilliant colors and fantastical paths, of words swirling, on winds blowing my way. It is a calling I cannot resist. I would invite you if possible. The best I can do is ink it. Black ink or perhaps orange. Yes, vibrant orange.
I take my pill and ward off the melancholy, except the mood is really more bleak. My mind’s prison speaks half-truths when it’s buried, 10 feet under where I am absent. Nothing moves here.
Today, sunning with vitamin d washing over me, skin soaking in hope, I wonder if I am ready to move beyond the pill? It would take courage and faith in the strength I have been building; a treasure chest of positivity. I am sure there would be a war.
A room with no windows is a mind with no eyes. I am shut tight. I am shut. I am. I. …