You told me. Now tell me.

You told me you hated the world outside,

Your disembodied feelings

Your incapacity to capture them

You, incapable of saving the world crumbling around you.

Yet when you stand in the road,

Noise like rain that slashes at you, under an umbrella,

When you stand there,

Your eyes directionless,

Your body motionless,

Where no one takes much notice

Of you.

In the city

Where you say no one will find you

Unless they look for you

It’s there,

It’s in the way you’re still

In the way you let yourself fall into the comforting arms

Of

Normality

That you tell me.

The world outside

Is nothing but an ugly beauty.

And you,

Lost in it.