My clothes itch and my hair is four days old I sit with the silence and pray i’m alone When I drink from my cup I am careful to invoke prose I find myself on salty waters where no love grows If I start to sink I grip the water of my closest acquaintance It slips through my hands like the sand below I breathe deep and allow it to fill my flesh, my bones A patient onlooker hears my prayer and all of it’s tones “All the worlds a stage!” they shout I can peer up from the depths, and see The best supporting actor for a girl like me Silence and solitude, outstretching their hand Please leave it be, let me return to the sand Let my drama play out, my melancholy end I hear what you say and I know what you mean Allow me to wither in the depths, my final scene