Lament of the Cicada King

I come back into my cave when the world is open, "i never needed her, needed nothing" I say, like a petulant child. My mistakes remain unknown and unbroken under the carpet as long as no one bats an eye. Tell me what silence you are longing for. Show me the pain in your arms and skin and bones; the one you let back in every morning, mourning the loss of your time and the loss of your spirit as you write more words, to escape— Petulant child. You're back in the cave. The world is open. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚