Exempt

I don't need a pond
I close my eyes and things disappear
I don't need to tell anyone
I have convictions of impunity
I don't need the network
I know the usual ending

When will I be whole again?

Crying for the absence of my someday

Missing the sound of a far-away stranger’s voice

If I had only known the how relative the word sanity really is,

I might have been the me I truly wanted and told the rest of them to fuck off.