I can’t see my face through the noise, the sound is deafening, a lifetime of audio obstacles has rendered my sight useless.
My manifestations are contorted into otherworldly beings that I don’t know, the stimulus has taken hold and this vice will not be broken by mere thought.
I want to know me one day and experience the world as a human, heart unbroken and dried up tears.
This life is beautiful to those who have not soured by this life that is ugly. I want to go outside.
Where my wings unfurl and lungs expand, I should take flight.
Let these eyes be fixed, all fuss quiet, no more confinement in cells with scratchy glass.
I want to move out and carry on, the day be long and the evening new.