Moldable like playdough.
My home was the universe.
My days were candy;
My mind was pre-baked clay.
I would spend days outside
baking in society's oven.
Others were a mystery while
nature was a sanctuary to tame.
When I was done,
I would open up my crawlspace.
Slanted ceilings held me and
memory foam kept me safe.
When I was done,
I would leave my crawlspace:
the only safe space from
the overactive world.
Nature was always beautiful,
but people were plentiful.
They were mysterious;
I was considered difficult.
When I was free,
I fled into my crawlspace
and erased the outside world.
My blankets covered me from
stinging Vitamin D;
My mind distracted me from
exterior intentions.
When I was free,
I was in my crawlspace.
I was always better on my own.
I was a loner before being alone.
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