Everywhere I walk, their eyes follow me. Sometimes, I forget to care—but the thoughts still rise, relentless and unyielding.

What am I to do? I long for balance, crave peace, yet the broken always find their way to me.

I don’t wish to speak with them, nor linger in their thoughts. Yet each time our gazes meet, they grasp for me—again and again.

So I retreat. Back to the depths that shaped me, into the sanctuary of my mind—the only refuge in this endless dream.

Chasing wisdom, chasing understanding.

While they chase bliss, the kind that numbs, the kind that silences.

Trusting that their scraps of knowledge will be enough.

But is it ever?

Better to be a sheep in a cage than to wrestle with reality’s weight.

Perhaps, one day, peace will find me.

Maybe.