it's like the walls are made of static now not brick, still keeping me in but I can hear things, distorted, muffled conversations snippets of laughter or maybe it's just the tv, probably just the tv pixel keeps staring at the window, the rain is just a blur it's the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone before you even realize it's raining and I think maybe that's how it is with everything, the loneliness creeps in and you don't even notice until you're drowning.