word isolation

after a while the face to face talks began sounding like background noise. things typically kept off topic weren’t and my passion for debate and opinion sharing was unusually absent. i didn’t care what they believed and had zero desire to share my viewpoints. they don’t matter. they’re not actionable and even if they were, for whom would the actions be taken?

my ears are still buzzing even though everyone has either gone home or remained behind quietly sleeping. things feel so unreal that shards of dissonance seem to be surrounding me like ice pillars. words are written in hopes to convince myself i’m home, to fight against the begging beneath the surface, the begging to be returned, and returned whole to wherever i came from.