Sometimes I spend the night in a different room
Not because I feel alone
But because I don't want to be consumed
By the same emptiness of the night
My mind must not wander in it
Or I will surrender to it
Others have done it before
I will make sure not to walk through that door
Madness will call me
No choice but to go with it
So I leave my room
So it won't find me in it
-J.R
This poem is just me trying to explain why I find myself in a different room. Sometimes I just can't sleep in my own bed. Because it doesn't feel right. I feel like if I sleep in that bed over and over again, I'll drive myself insane. The second line I lied because I do feel alone. Sometimes you just need someone with you, to feel the warmth and the presence of other human being.