I am only fine until someone wants to know how I am doing.
I have to enter into the empty silence, in which my soul resides,
there a voice invades my meditative quiet, jars me and makes me think of that which
I would rather hide.
I have no desire to face what is true in my heart,
I don't want to think on how I feel thus
I will further reach farther to black out in the quiet, silent empty.