The willingness has numbed blue, and my day has parted with the naïve faces. Isolation grips my thoughts and holds my tongue back. The sun doesn’t hit these stressful windows; the lights are out of any possible perspective. Negativity is cuffing around my wrists as I’m escorted by fear into the desert. Red on all sides; speeding voices are smashing against my ears. The lights won’t turn red; they keep banging on my ears, pounding on my chest. Pressures spiraling around me; to me there is no correct navigation. I’ve gone a stray in my head. Failure is evident, confusion has paralyzed me.