journal fragment (4/15/24):

feel the weight of cold metal

the chains that survived the fire

cast out and untouchable

this is my victory

hear how quiet it is

how i love the sound of silence!

these four walls are solid and real

i trust them as i trust you

all is familiar in this place

all is predictable

veiled in pitch black, i am invincible

do i miss color, sound, feeling?

all distant memories from a life no longer mine

what is there to miss, i ask you?

in the darkness

i cannot see what is before me

thank you, dear protector

come closer now

let me fall asleep to the soft drum of your heart