Quiet Chaos

Where am I?

Is this mine?

I don't think so.

I'd left all that behind a while ago.

Water dripping.

Constant reminder.

Puddles forming into oceans.

How does this make sense?

It doesn't.

And it won't.

So hold on and don't let go.

Quiet chaos in my mind.

What you can't see screams at you.

But you refuse to hear.

The fact that you're here means that there's more here for you.