Date: 7.5.17, 02:53
I feel the most alone
When I can’t hear myself.
I feel the most at home
When no one is around me.
Of what I brood.
I seek to only know the truth
For which I only seek the proof
And, thus, I want to scream aloud
To navigate amidst the crowds.
Because I only fear myself
What I may shed in what I delve.
The secrets from when I was twelve
My books collecting on the shelves.