This is not a pitstop for me . . .
the is the space that I have to embrace in my living.
it's the space where I can cry all I want, feel the way I want, crawl up in a ball for no one to see me
sleep the day away more freely
live my life more meekly
create after suffering ambiguity
this isn't a pit stop
I don't have to be your friend
I can say hi to show life from within
bury my silence when I leave the room
go back to oblivion with 'work on the run.'