Life Goes On

Every day that goes by
that I remain inside these four walls
is one day closer
to hermitude.

It's not the fresh air that I crave,
nor the human contact,
but the feeling of being alive,
vital.

Life goes on around me,
in spite of me,
without me.

I fold into myself,
into
my mind.

The seasons pass,
and it all blurs
into time.