Stop. The silence is so loud. The mild ringing in my ears will put me at ease. My mind's eye is trying it's best to fool me to sleep.
My soul won't budge, I prefer the solitude and the warmth. I love when it's quiet.
You can't speak your gibberish to me. I'm the wolf that you can't see. As the lambs you count jump over the fence will surely fall right into my mouth.
My face will glow for only a moment, or it could be all night. It really depends on how the days wounds landed.
Here I'll mend myself.
Isolation lost.
Image is from The Simpsons
