Blank Walls

White wash walls,I am in solitary confinement. My teachers voice echoes in the vast space around my desk. While other students giggle and gossip around me, I am barren and abandon to a  world of my own. My eyes are glazed to the whiteboard like a frosted windshield . I am submersed in a sea of words my teacher speaks  waves that crash  above  my head. The air is compact and dense with wasted words. Words flow in one ear and out the other never touching my consciousness. Every minutes seems to be a lifetime. Nothing can hold my attention because the span is that of a nat. I am a ghost unseen and unnoticed by others. I am just an cell that makes up the organism we call  class. I long to just run, so far away, to feel something I am numb.My vision is blurred with thousands of microscopic dots, which seem like tiny dancing snowflakes. I wish to be abducted to be set free from this prison cell ,but  there is no escape.