Knot

They say the insane people lick windows, mutter in their sleep. Kill people for the fun. Those are amateurs.

Truly insane people can escape being insane. How? We convince ourselves of that so. But these white walls nearly have me driven up them. Tearing everything as I go. Pulling my very own head out of my scalp. But I won't.

Voices whisper in my head, and I cannot remember the last time they shut up. Whispering, begging to be let out of my head. The monsters attacking their caged, wishing to be free of my dark head. Wanting to be let out to roam on the white pages in front of me. And of all of them I ignore, because if I start releasing them, I will start losing track. Then I truly will go insane. And that I cannot do.

I've been here for hours, staring at the ceiling. Listening to the talking outside of this room. But I don't want to walk out of the open doors. I don't want to leave this asylum, this cage. Not through that way. I am stuck in a knot.

A knot of emotions, of thoughts. And I want to escape. I need to escape. But if I walk through the door and the halls I will not escape, only be more trapped.

Falling back on my bed, I reach for something that portals me away to where ever I want. Anywhere.

The book falls open to the last page I kept my knotted necklace at. And I escape. Escape through the black ink and white washed faces. Escape into a world that is not my own. Escape the knotted emotions and thoughts. Escape my asylum.