I fear the world. I fear the place I live in. I fear my surroundings. I fear everything. Home can't protect me anymore. Home isn't my sanctuary. I'm never really safe from the world outside.
Safe. A word that promises you so much, but can barely deliver. The only safety I get are from the thoughts in my head. My thoughts are the only thing safe in this cruel world. Safety isn't a thing. Safety isn't a place. Safety is an idea.
Peace does not exist. It's a myth created during ancient times. So people can feel like they have something to hope for. Well, I can't find peace in my own head when I refuse to believe in it. But I can find peace in someone. I can feel sound with someone.
I'll sit inside my house, rocking back and forth in the form of a ball. You'll be by my side while I cover my ears and block out the world. My safety is in my head, and I'm sound with you.
But what happens when you are taken away from me? Well, I go crazy with the thought of safety.
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The Crazies, They Make Me Feel Sane
Aléatoire3rd Place Winner of the 2017 Glow Awards --------- These are random entries, some are inspiring, and some tell the stories that we all feel, but never say out loud. They're kind of like poetry, but I doubt they follow any of the rules of poetry. And...
