Random Thoughts

I​ ​keep​ ​needing​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​myself​ ​to​ ​talk​ ​to​ ​people.​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​do​ ​it​ ​enough​ ​because​ ​I’m always​ ​somewhere​ ​else.​ ​My​ ​own​ ​place​ ​and​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​let​ ​others​ ​in.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​on​ ​purpose​ ​it’s​ ​just​ ​that​ ​I don’t​ ​leave.​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​find​ ​the​ ​ones​ ​to​ ​share​ ​with,​ ​or​ ​don’t.​ ​I’m​ ​too​ ​distracted​ ​by​ ​what’s​ ​there,​ ​in​ ​the place.​ ​I​ ​like​ ​it​ ​too​ ​much.​ ​Not​ ​the​ ​superficial​ ​or​ ​quick​ ​reward,​ ​but​ ​that​ ​of​ ​great​ ​thought.​ ​It​ ​would​ ​be great​ ​to​ ​show​ ​them.​ ​They​ ​can’t​ ​see​ ​it​ ​now,​ ​it​ ​must​ ​be​ ​perfect.​ ​If​ ​they​ ​peer​ ​through​ ​my​ ​window​ ​I shall​ ​cover​ ​it​ ​in​ ​ambiguity.​ ​Not​ ​yet,​ ​maybe​ ​later,​ ​when​ ​it’s​ ​ready.​ ​The​ ​prison​ ​is​ ​comfortable​ ​and my​ ​vision​ ​is​ ​not​ ​clear.​ ​The​ ​world​ ​is​ ​great​ ​and​ ​yet​ ​the​ ​window​ ​is​ ​better.​ ​The​ ​cloud​ ​filled​ ​eyes​ ​on my​ ​head​ ​wander​ ​like​ ​the​ ​thoughts​ ​of​ ​mine.​ ​They​ ​rest​ ​on​ ​others,​ ​or​ ​really​ ​a​ ​thought​ ​through​ ​the window.​ ​Eye​ ​contact​ ​is​ ​lost​ ​when​ ​they​ ​see​ ​me,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​see​ ​them.​ ​​ ​Their​ ​world​ ​is​ ​great,​ ​the journey​ ​there​ ​is​ ​hard​ ​and​ ​yet​ ​the​ ​window​ ​is​ ​bitter.​ ​My​ ​head​ ​will​ ​eternally​ ​rest​ ​on​ ​the​ ​sleepless dreams​ ​that​ ​light​ ​my​ ​room​ ​of​ ​dark​ ​thought.