The door appears to be open, but somehow I still feel locked out
As I step into the room of wide eyes I look around, mine are the only pair that seem to be closed, but they are stuck that way, I try and try yet my eyelids do not part
From within the silence I can hear the great nothing, my lack of sight has heightened my other senses and cleared a path in my mind, a path for my feelings of anxiety
The heartbeats filling the empty space seem to be effortlessly marching to a uniform beat, I am alone in that fact that my sound is somewhat irregular, I am too fast, too far ahead, but I do not feel like I am winning, I cannot slow down, I cannot find my footing
I flinch as something grabs my hand, to the naked eye it is stable, but I have been shaking for quite some time now
But I listen again, something has changed, I can hear a beat just like my own, it is fast, too fast, I am not the only one who is far ahead
We have all been alone, there is no such thing as a universal crowd, we are too unique, I listen again, everyone sounds a little different when you look closely enough