in her head

*knock *knock *knock
there is no one here
just a stillness
the absolution of
time forgotten
words forgotten
memories never shared

an imagination run wild

all in her head
it was all in her head
and anything anyone
ever said
was all in her head

people walk around
it's a merry-go-round
a kaleidoscope
of dreams
that would never abound 

one ear she presses
to the cold hard ground
to cool the ache
of living without sound
to be okay
with never being seen
and never, in her reality,
ever being found

-les'nspired