Where do We Live?

Being sober is very robust in a way

That I expected a lack of depth

Shadow living is what I call it

Sinking into shelter that was a brief reprieve from hurt

But too exhausting of a fevered pursuit

It may not be true

But what I think right here and now,

Is that we will explore where

We find the greatest terror

I know mine could live inside the mind

But also,

Its beautiful

I’ve been captive there

For so long

That getting out reminds me I get to choose

Which one to survive

I've considered the scenarios

What if I’m sliding down the end of the rope

And I like the way down

But I keep milestone-ing, trying to keep up hope

Comfort in the fact that it hasn’t run out

Am I dealing with anything?

What if I get stuck in my head

And then while i'm gone you all realize

You didn’t want me anyhow.

If its true were a collection of moments we’ve seen,

A brush of each encounter pressed into a medium

And we emerge a piece, crafted among decisions we made and didn’t

Sometimes i'm left to wonder

What good are intentions?