A pounding in my ears produces a rhythm and is the evidence of life,
A sound only I could hear like all my inner thoughts and strife.

I watch from behind a window as the world keeps going,
Isolating myself in a little cabin full of my own little stories.

The cabin is warm and cozy like the sun feels during winter,
A comforting ray of warmth to sooth the cold or anything bitter.

A safe zone for all my cries,
All my hidden emotions...