It's not that I'm scared of the dark, It's just that there's too much space at night. Too much room to wonder about. Too much empty cold space. I keep voicing my need of isolation but in the dark I'm most vulnerable and it's in the dark when I realize I hate being alone because the coldness that surrounds me is that only thing I have and, it scares me.

Blurring Lines

It seems I can no longer see
The line between truth and fiction
The lines have blurred and vanished

I stand all alone
With nothing but my imagination to occupy my time
I stand in a hall
With a blue bird that sings with words
I stand in a garden
With the daisy’s that speak
I stand alone in a closet
With a mirror that loathes me
In the mirror is a girl, she’s me
I sit all alone in a room
With a book
In it is a blue bird that sings with words and daisy’s that speak

The girl’s journey become my memories
This paper story turns into my life
Her life now mine
When you ask me what I did today
I will say
I met a blue bird that sings with words
A daisy that speak
And I hid in a closet
Looked into a mirror
Who spit at me