April 25, 2018 at 12:15 AM

isolation is the most painfully comforting thing, I chase it too often

I'm too comfortable being alone at times I forget how to be open

I close in all these things no one understands, my pain is self chosen

Traveling through stations, my anticipation grows, I'm colder when the lights are off

Timid fingers tracing the dark to find something close by to hold

Blindly moving towards the greatest thing in my life

The time ticks past a time I wish I could remember

I choose to forget these months that pass by me, vividly knowing why I can't cry at night sometimes

Showing my naked mind to people I consider oxygen and blue skies

How I lie every time about everything going on inside my mind