Words words and wants; needs of a body.
Touch touch and quiet rooms; too cold to breathe right.
Eyes, eyes and hands; they all left.
Nightmares, nightmares and waking terror; lack of emotion.

Words shroud my mind when I ask where the tools for survival are.

But when the eyes are watching and their hands do most for you. You're left with empty palms and your steering wheel is no longer in your control.

Nightmares they aren't only during the dark. But in the sunshine you're skin still runs cold. Goosebumps and thoughts that don't let you go.

Breathing feels taxing and smiling feels foreign. You can't look at yourself in the pictures you take, so when you can cover the lower half of your face it feels safe.

The world has it's compartments unlike how our thoughts have the ability to sort themselves out. It's a little bit chaotic but eventually chaos is the comfort you confide yourself to.

It's the one place you understand inside and out. It's an unpredictable spot but there's a lot of actions you know you can take. I'd rather be locked in a room I know I understand than being on the other side of the door facing the entire world, on my own.

From my book: Phantoms Of Guilt
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