I loved to write. Poems, stories, songs, anything. It was so relaxing, and it just let me empty myself of all the confusing feelings. Just what I needed right now. I set the tip of my pencil on the paper, and the words flew into my mind. They flowed and worked themselves into the perfect sentences. They were wonderful, gushing onto the paper in a series of poetic lines. This was what I lived for. A poet’s rush, was what I called it. When words work amazingly and you feel refreshed and revived and so much better than when you started writing. Like that rush of sweet air after diving under water. The life sustaining oxygen that pushes its way into your lungs and makes you close your eyes as you savour the lovely feeling of breath. This was what poetry was to me.

A slowly spiraling turmoil,
Of anxiety and fear,
When you fall into a bad dream,
And darkness draws near.

The people you thought you knew,
Sneer and change their ways,
They critisize and scrutinize
With everything they say.

It's tough to live in a nightmare,
You must be brave and bold,
As everything grows frightening,
And friendships grow old.

But that's the way of things,
And bad dreams come and go,
You have to open your eyes,
To see that things aren't so.

How I love to sleep,
How I love to dream,
How I love to rest,
In a starlit stream.

As my eyelids close,
As my hot breath slows,
As my covers' warmth,
Seeps into my toes.

The sun is falling,
The day is fading,
The curtains are drawn,
As they are shading.

Me.
From everything.
In the outside world.
And I sink.
Into sleep.

We all have our own personal places,
Whether you call them
Sanctuaries
Homes
Or shelters,
We all have somewhere (or some places) to be ourselves.

We all have a mind,
That central nervous system that runs our bodies,
But yet is so much more.

When we think,
There's that little voice inside your head,
That talks to you,
Listens to you,
And is there for you.

We are our own best friends,
In a way.

Or maybe
It's that little voice inside our heads
Who we tag as "thinking"
That is our best friend.