I go there,
sometimes,
to escape the dull
and the demented.
It is perfect in there.
Perfect solitude
with imperfect stories
running on a constant loop.
But, there is beauty
in their imperfection.
The solitude
makes them
the most beautiful maladies
ever dreamt in the day.
- from "The Little Room Inside My Head"
I go there,
sometimes,
to escape the dull
and the demented.
It is perfect in there.
Perfect solitude
with imperfect stories
running on a constant loop.
But, there is beauty
in their imperfection.
The solitude
makes them
the most beautiful maladies
ever dreamt in the day.
- from "The Little Room Inside My Head"