We sit in a room knowing the world is on each other’s mind. But there are no words necessary to speak for we know the words have already been spoken. We sit in silence. We are confined by walls, by trees, by air, and by gravity. All that is encroaching upon our sanity. All these forces seem to be confining and they toy with our very last nerve. Every space is too small to heal and every space too vast to maintain composure.

So we wait, while our minds spin wildly out of control. We wait for the last nerve to snap. We wait for gravity to release us and our souls pour into nothingness, free of confinement.

If you gain stability before you implode, congratulations. If you can love before your soul is liquefied, well done.

Until then, we live our youth through strenuous confinement. We live in the walls of the world.