A bunch of thoughts quietly laying on the silence, and a 
ton of reasons to not open the doors. I’ve been looking 
for space and time in the moments I shared, but time 
fades away and my space is a whore raped by thousands of 
strangers, and begging for rest. Call me disaster or 
social retard but I only feel safe between my two pairs 
of walls. Don’t let me out the world outside is a damn 
f**king nightmare. And the people a joke that should have 
stayed stuck on the teeth of its goddamn son of a bitch 
owner. When nothing seems clear through the cleanest 
window, the obvious would say the problems not in and the 
doors will stay closed for all strangers. May my building 
burn and I will surely burn into it. There is only one 
chair in this room and it does not wear my name.