Where I Belong
Where I Belong
My cheeks are stained from the ghosts of my tears,
I shrivel into a pathetic ball of a person,
Tangled in the multitude of blankets, my sweet sanctuary,
I hug my pillow, and my breathing slows,
The dim light of my room disappears; the real world fades away,
The land of night beckons, so I obey.
The colors are brighter, the faces unclear, the places make-believe and false,
Sometimes I wake with my spine trembling from fear,
Sometimes I wish I could never wake from this paradise, MY paradise,
It all goes by too fast, blurred and turning images,
Places I will never visit, images of things I strive to become but will never be,
I do things I don’t have the guts for in real life…
This is where I am most comfortable with myself. This dreamland; where I belong
My cheeks are stained from the ghosts of my tears,
I shrivel into a pathetic ball of a person,
Tangled in the multitude of blankets, my sweet sanctuary,
I hug my pillow, and my breathing slows,
The dim light of my room disappears; the real world fades away,
The land of night beckons, so I obey.
The colors are brighter, the faces unclear, the places make-believe and false,
Sometimes I wake with my spine trembling from fear,
Sometimes I wish I could never wake from this paradise, MY paradise,
It all goes by too fast, blurred and turning images,
Places I will never visit, images of things I strive to become but will never be,
I do things I don’t have the guts for in real life…
This is where I am most comfortable with myself. This dreamland; where I belong