𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒: 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

I seek comfort in people that aren't there

People in my dreams, doing things from my imagination

Sleep has always been an escape

But it goes deeper nowadays

When no one else is here to listen, or doesn't want to, when everything is pushing, making my head hurt and my heart beat too hard

I close my eyes

And make up better scenes

My happiness comes from my mind and I have to make it by myself

But at least I know I have this in my control

The world behind my eyes that I can go to every night

That envelops me in safety

It's not an escape, it's a coping mechanism

But I don't have to admit that.

5/11/24