Looking Inside

Distant

I've asked him where his mind rested on days he would disappear for a few weeks or more.
He doesn't ever say much when he was that distant and disconnected but today hes willing to talk.

"My mind looses its self with my permission. I disappear in hope that the sun would set forever wrought in my own paused imagination and dry my eyes for good..."

sometimes in a room with no lights on
...where he could isolate himself from everything and everyone. He would make himself bleed to see if he could feel but numb to the kiss the razor left... all his skin would do is cry.

He would fly in a sky painted black stainless steal grass would cut his feet open
hands would bleed and still he would feel nothing

Looking Inside

That mind is complex. That story he has hidden. The sentences that only a select few would hear are you willing to look inside his world.

The day ends

With another footstep in the dark