Going out for a bit.

My state is volatile. Pressurized. Contained in a vial. The whisper of release lies at the bottom underneath my fingertips. Ready to blow. Through the walls, the words come easily. They travel only a short distance. But they get to me. They prattle and moan.  

My name is in the air somewhere. From the calmest shores, from my quiet, comes a typhoon of disruption. It's loud and abhorrent, soaking through floor. No matter where I step I'm in it, hearing it. But superficiality is wasted on a poet. Damaging to the human ear though it may be, they harp on. The drone of the words seems infinite. Will I be stuck in it forever? Lying on the floor, my lungs search for clean air, for space to expand. For mercy, for peace. A rarity in this cell. No where to go but the window. But I"m too high up. Entrapment leaves a hollow feeling of unpleasantry. This slow engagement of the mind begins to fell more torturous. Mostly claustrophobic, with a smudge of fear. But only just. This sea can be easily sailed once I escape the port. With my bag, I slip out onto the docks, bypassing two roommates at once. With shoes fastened, the sails are lowered. Through the doorway lies freedom. A temporary fix, but in my dreams the waters expand further than human comprehension will allow. As far as it can go. To the edge of understanding, but a hair away from madness. That's far enough for me, so that's where I'll go.

All aboard, here we depart.