voices muffled behind closed doors
i can hear the cadence but not
from my perch on the unused steps
the ninth and tenth floor
give me my solitude.
i need it
trying to erase everything in my head
and wondering how far running
is far enough
this city's not large enough for me
to get lost in.
i can feel insanity creeping in, silent
as a cat
don’t know whether to fight it or
welcome madness back in
like a long-lost lover and enfold it
in my arms.
there is comfort, after all,
in the familiar.