I put myself in little rooms.
A room in a larger room.
A trunk in the little room in the larger room.
My head is a room too.
I thought I'd take more walks.
But I stay in these little rooms inside rooms like Russian dolls.
Today I woke up wondering why I stay in these rooms so often.
I like everything outside of the rooms.
It just becomes so hard to leave them.
Stepping out of these rooms is like jumping off a cliff into the ocean.
And sometimes that's all I think about.