I am real now

It is when I am silent that the clarity of my words come to me in prose.
When the day falls to dark my thoughts become enlightened.
When my body runs my mind becomes still.
My eyes close shut and my spirit opens wide.
The company I keep is mine.
The white noise of criticism is what I try to keep subdued these days.
I find they are imprinted upon my saddened soul just as my eyes of hazel are.
I must be alone to feel at ease.
The sun upon my face and the stretch of my limbs are my stolen moments of quiet.
I have turned back inward and my eyes look downward.
My evenings are empty now and my sleep is less disturbed.
I am real now.
My thoughts are not corrupted or interrupted anymore.