Forgotten the sound of everything,
been living in my hall of echoes
for far too long.
Try and move between them and suddenly
I reach a wall.
It's clear, connection cannot continue
to blossom, as long as
this eternal monologue.
Time for this snake to
shed the dead skin of comfort,
no more lying about the negative
not being comfortable.
Not out of obligation, but
watch it join hands with appreciation.
I've found myself at another wall,
so just destroy the concept of walls.
Dig, dig, dig...