Stephanie

      I have chosen to hide inside of these wooden walls, I will not ever come out. It isn’t that I am safe here, but the lights are too loud.

I don’t have the energy to speak, I am terrified of the crowd. Inside of these wooden walls it is like I do not exist, I have merely escaped the first life, and I cannot bring myself to do this again. There is too little time to explain, and I am running out of air. I am halfway through, now I am traumatized by the people who stare. I am lightheaded, I am skippy, you wouldn’t understand, and I’ve tired myself out, explaining it to you. 

I have loved even when it was wrong, I have loved when I had nothing left to give at all, I have loved even when I knew you would prove me right all along. I am tired of loving from afar. With little breath I have left within, I could use it enjoying these wooden walls. I have given too much of my soul, there were too many cracks for you to slip through. I will hide inside of these wooden walls and please do not disturb; I would rather hide inside of these wooden walls.

 

-Micah Vincent