Deliberately deafening my delicate dilemma,
No longer touch-deprived am I,
Confined darkness I cannot bear to see
A sharp blade slices me into two
Into the trash I go.
Spread thoroughly across cloud-like bread
Appreciation and gratitude is sparkling in my soul;
Salt sprinkles onto my skin,
Serotonin flooding,
Perhaps I even grin.
My existence has taken a toll,
Temporary happiness must always come to an end.
Was I really happy,
Or was I simply distracted from reality?
Decomposing on the counter.
Oscillating,
Fluctuating within my realm,
Isolation is now broken,
Words are left unspoken,
I suppose I can finally rest.
I will infinitely ponder the sense of purpose,
The thoughts will caress my mind.
My freedom will soon be replenished.
Until then, I will indefinitely be,
Sitting on the counter.
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