I’m buried in a cocoon of stories
From poetry,
To biographies,
To dystopia,
And romance
So many stories
Of so many people
Real,
Or just figments of the author’s
Imagination
Sitting atop wooden bookshelves
Waiting for the right person,
To pick them up
And get lost in their story
For everyone has a story to tell,
Some are overly exaggerated,
And other’s are rarely heard
The important thing is
That we share our stories
Through word of mouth,
The internet,
Or in a notebook
To be found by future historians
Tell your story
Believe me, you won’t regret it

before i wouldn't dare to imagine walking these streets alone,
yet now i somehow find solitude being on my own.

I’m afraid to say the words
“I’m good”
Because whenever I do,
Things just get bad again

This morning
i came up
with the most beautiful
poem.

And then
I forgot it.

Sometimes I just like to
Turn the lights off,
Shut my door, from the outside world
and Lie down facing up,

When I’m like this,
My heart feels in peace,
My mind doesn’t wander into space,
and I feel like I’m laying on a cloud, on a sunny day.

I can hear the breeze outside,
Knocking on my window.
I know the outside world is only one wall away,
But for now, I let my worries wait at my doorstep,

In the darkness,
For once I feel safe.
Inside these four walls,
I feel invincible,
I feel invisible,
I’m untouchable,

In the dark,
I Reveal my secrets.
And as the earth stands still,
I play my guitar, and let the sound take me away,

Oh, the world,
So captivatingly beautiful,
yet for some, it’s our biggest fear,
this is why sometimes I like to step out of it for a moment,
To keep my sanity,
for the years ahead.