Unreasonable

One if my goals this year
Is to be uncomfortable.
Every day,
Every hour,
Every minute.
I know it’s unreasonable,
And that’s kind of the point.

I live inside my head,
I hoard the times where I feel safe and invincible.

Because I need them when I'm alone in the dark, with no company but the walls in my head. One-way walls that claim core memories, warm feelings, and the touch of other people. They urge for more and more of my soul. Until the walls give in, or I have no memories left.