Ink Stained Soul…

I feel time closing in around me. It’s in the way I don’t react. How I just go ‘huh, okay’ and let silence wash over me. I don’t feel the need to fight. The inability to breathe deep doesn’t make me scared any longer. The sadness isn’t the same. I feel a little less day by day. The laughter that surrounds me no longer feels distant, at the end of some long tunnel. I can look on others moving in their lives, and it doesn’t cut so deeply. The sting is so brief that I’m left wondering if it was real. The walls reemerged, but not out of fear this time. This time, they’re security features, built-in upgrades to keep something valuable inaccessible to carelessness.