pain doesn't make anything

I look for an escape.

An escape from where the words are just spectacles for the crowd;

somewhere they are only half-way digested to the reader's liking.

Here it's only my soul who rejects sleep to find nourishment from these words. I seek refuge from these words' usual landing, somewhere that my mind has associated with times that still require days of healing. Also seeking refuge from the eyes' of people I wish to isolate myself from. Once again, where these words can be just mine & no one else's. These aren't stories of imaginary heartache and love but tales of real loss and loneliness. Unfortunately, I say that these are places where I release things I can not release to everyone else. Feelings, words, thoughts that were always in the harbor of my skin, finding comfort in the bed of molecules, and sea of blood that is my own.

Finally a place where I can lay my head.