The space I inhabit Colder than the rest of the house (The windows leak, the fireplace is not sealed) More spacious than my last space But just as confining and empty The grey skies outside all eight windows Mirror my heart I shout into the void But cannot be heard over the sounds of everyone else Shouting into their own voids their own private hells-on-Earth Everyone seems happy Everyone is lying This is fine I mask my expression Literal and figurative I smile for a camera that No one sees Or can see or even wants to I ask myself and everyone I see what the hell is wrong with you? And their question of me mirrors my own of them Long night into longer day into longer night into A month of nameless days one month turns to two turns to three, turns to ten And we are still nowhere or perhaps no-when or perhaps no-why Hazy morning into wet afternoon Alone.