Monday, April 20, 2015

Little Rooms

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.