My Room

Lots of people become lost in movements of life. They become lost in the tragedies, in their self-pity, anger, and hopelessness. And then they find it too hard to find themselves once it's all over. I feel for those people. Because at some points I am them. And at others I'm not. But when I know it's time to run away, I resort to the one place where I feel safest.

My Room.