“It’s just not you, it’s me” I actually belong in these walls,
I am not stuck here, I have only remained within these walls.
These walls won’t hurt me, these walls won’t leave me,
In the cracks of these walls, I glimpse at freedom in distance.
Paradise found in daughters of two suns with constellations for eyes,
And foolish men and women dancing around in the meadow.
With bellies overfull with fluttering butterflies,
I don’t envy them, in fact, I feel a slight empathy.
— 14:52 (diaries of an emotionally institutionalized soul and other claustrophobic stories)