Would it be okay if I just curled up into a ball for an hour? Would anyone notice a difference with my absence? Some days, some seconds, it’s fighting. Others, it’s apathy, or anxiety. Can’t run with the pack right now, not when they don’t get me. Too much trouble to explain this self. Better off in this corner, where I slip time into pockets, time to process, time to think, ask questions as big as I please, like is it even possible to be yourself, truly, for a whole day. Need this break, need to hear my own thoughts loudly, to feel the vibrations of their ringing above all worldly white noise. Let them disseminate under my watch. Let me be queen for just this minute. This is where I dwell, and you will walk around me and my five foot kingdom. Do you know the secret password? Neither do I.