Flowing river inside my mind

I am sitting by the broken window, listening to the clouds sobbing like a quartz candle melting next to me. Dark purple lilacs are letting out their last breath as I’m watching people walk their dogs, loyal likewise their friends. Carving poetry on wrinkled pages with my blood-stained nails, longing for peace of some kind, not an eternal silence in me, no; Instead a river flowing inside my mind, setting roots in my hemispheres, isolating myself from plain-minded people with everyday worries and ascending me to a tall castle filled with knowledge, forevermore.