In a desert full of sand grains or faces
I walk alone,
each step a reminder, a memory of why my heart turned to stone,
but there's this place in my mind,
an oasis of solace, the one place the wind hits me,
the one place i can breathe and say i'm not fine,
nobody has access to it, this precious sanctuary
it's me and me only, swirling my vocabulary,
where thoughts bloom like flowers, free from despair,
I live there in peace with my mania
free from judges and blank stares,
if it gets bad, i know where to run
to the only place where my words and reasonings aren't spun
