We are simple people. For us, fulfillment comes from hammering a piece of iron into a useful shape; from plowing the black soil for the new crop; from kneading the dough for the bread we all need ... [+]
my foot keeps twitching my mind is blank and numb
this air is dry and humid still and full of movement
don't disturb this madhouse pls it's my sanctuary
silence seems like it slices through sound
auditory senses in the here the now
a brief respite.
my eyes droop
these cushions soft
my blanket toasty.
my eyes droop
a padded room,
a straitjacket.