i imagine it being small and cold
as that's how it always felt

small and cold and thronging and killing
and yet somehow
i'm still here.

in this little chamber full of
secrets and lies
and laughter and cries
i feel home.

of course i could go outside
get a glimpse of
what would be contentment
of what would be the truth.

but that would mean pain
to expanses i will not be enough to sustain

so thank you
but no thank you



You had a look into my closet now.

please close the door
and let me be
not me but only ever me

i am miserable either way.