text | Out of sync.

Fall way too close. So near to the place that I am afraid of. Stupid fear. Insecurities losily griping around my neck. Holding me down, Making everything so uncertain. So surreal. Walk into the room, into a void of unfarmiliar faces. Whispering to themselves. Stating the obvious. they all laugh in silence. joking with their fingers. I hear everything that they say. I hear nothing at all. Everywhere it is the same. Lost words out of place. The voices do not line up with the mouths that speak. My mind is out of sync. I belong only when I sleep. I sleep to clear my mind. I am falling into a safe transparent box.