Zoned out.

I sit here solitary. Inner silence impounding my head. The mess on my bed crinkles as I shuffle slowly. The slightest sounds seem so sharp. A fence has been erected today and it surrounds my inner core. It is strong and sturdy, rough and full of splinters, ready to leave slivers on hands that try to reach and understand the edifice of my mind. It cannot be altered. It has found comfort in where it lays, protecting me from the malice of humanity. A current bubble of peace and happiness, of which its soft bouncy exterior is inevitably bound to pop, but the timing of this is uncertain. So I watch the colors swirl in this happy bubble of mine, until the darkness of night robs me of its vibrance. But the sun arises and I can begin another day, another life.