empty goldfish bags from my school vending machine

Safe Place Blues

When I need a moment to think or to scream, to yell or cry, I go to nowhere. I like the nowhere. I call it my safe place even though it isn't a place. There is nothing nowhere never, and I go there to feel okay. The newhere is mean though, it won't let me be somewhere until I'm ready, but likes to let me out too early or trap me for too long. Maybe I like being sad? It's nice to feel one emotion rather than be overwhelmed by them. I also like the tingling in my thumb I get when I feel that way.

Lately I smell things from my childhood but they make me want to throw up unlike the way I used to smile when I inhaled in the past.

Someone said this somewhere at some time and I may or may not know that person or I may be that person.

I don't need to know that.

Until next time.