the safest places i know
are under blankets pulled over my head,
or curled inside cardboard boxes
where the world shrinks
to just my breathing.
i cherish these hiding places
which is why my most beautiful dreams
feel like nightmares:
waking in a glass submarine
surrounded by endless blue,
or standing on rooftops
above cities that stretch forever.
even sleep betrays me
with its wide-open spaces.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
the safest places i know
are under blankets pulled over my head,
or curled inside cardboard boxes
where the world shrinks
to just my breathing.
i cherish these hiding places
which is why my most beautiful dreams
feel like nightmares:
waking in a glass submarine
surrounded by endless blue,
or standing on rooftops
above cities that stretch forever.
even sleep betrays me
with its wide-open spaces.
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