most people have a room,
a room where it's a safe place for that person
where they feel safe to talk about anything
or everything
letting their emotions out;
it might be more than one room,
it could be a room that you are in while spilling your emotions out into long ass text messages
sending them to the people you trust
and love.
there's a room i used to go to around 1
in the morning
it was my friends room
she would have my other friends and i come
and stay the night as we laughed our
asses off and sipped the liquor we had
we played spin the bottle laughing our heads
off as we joked about kissing.
truth or dares rolled in and that's when we shared our secrets
telling each other what the world meant,
over playing uno of course
letting our selves go from the world
just for a while
that was my freedom.
we would
jump into the hot tub until it overflowed
and played hockey in the dark with black lights lighting up the room in a pinkish-purple shadow.
singing colt 45, rapping to post Malone,
and Melanie Martinez.
passing a street side beer around
as i coughed it out because beer is shit
or shotgun as many Pepsi's as you can.
giving each other piggy back rides falling down
into the soft, lush grass.
and i can never forget the fires
they glowed so brightly as we lit them
the flames hitting your skin reminding us
of summer each and every time.
making s'mores even if it was the middle of fall.
your safe room can be anywhere really,
it could be multiple rooms or backyards in one.
it could be your mind conjuring up a random safe place to get out of the real world.
it could be anything really.
