The safest place on Earth is my room
a pillow that holds my breakdowns and tears,
a bed on which I typically lie down to read,
the four corners that listen to my melody,
the ceiling that I gaze upon to watch my own star,
at night as I drift towards my sleep,
when the eve becomes shadowy red,
my slumber has begun deep,
not much, just a tiny, personal universe.

© Rylereve