Quiet.

I am sitting in a room

This room is white
it is colder than Russian Winters
and unimaginably lonely

The walls are clean,
floors are polished
and the room is horribly isolated

Although this room is cold and lonely
I do not feel alone
rather, a feeling of sereneness comes over me

My mind has stopped racing
the soundtrack of my life has stopped playing
and I can finally be quiet

I crave that silence,
that complete withdrawal
the shutting off of my brain

The retreat to quietness.

But not today
or tomorrow
because for now

my plain white room
is still unattainable,
I am still connected

Maybe one day, I will feel that calmness
that feeling of being... Quiet