They pack bricks into boxes to bog me down, push me off a bridge into the river.

It’s okay, we’ve been through this before, there is a system. If you don’t follow it, you don’t get through.

Thinking feels like sinking or thinking is sinking and while sinking I’m thinking if I’m doing it the right way, what they’re thinking of me while I sink.

Sand crumbles under my feet when I reach the floor.

If I could only create a path or retrace my steps, forget where I came from, run out of breath close my eyes to go to sleep

In the darkness I dream of nothing, a world that exists outside time and space. It’s nice here. I think I’ll stay.