truth is freedom

The glass is cold against my hand
the pane separating the outside world from mine.
Outstretched fingers backlit by crimson clouds
ivory palm eclipsing the setting sun.
It would be so easy to just
step outside.
Instead, I move to the tub
lay flat on my back
warm water covering my head
filling my ears, deafening me
eyes open, staring at the ceiling
through this filter of liquid.
"I can hold my breath
for miles of darkness"
A desire only for
as many barriers as possible
between me and the world.