to be taken to a place, a mirrorless world, to say it clearly,
a world devoid of everyone save for I.
a place meant for me and the colors of my brain,
where busy fingers cannot tousle my hair.
the songs of the north and the south are deaf to me,
the writings of the east and west worlds
unread by my eye.
I am nameless and purposeful,
I am free and wonderful.
skin and hands and hair
are not enough to be a person in this world.
in this world where the songs drown me in their melody,
and the writings erase my will,
my every thought droned out by the sound of the vacuum and the shattering of glass walls.