In my head the world makes sense

My head world is comprehensible

Outside the world is weird and

Undefinable, I feel afraid of it

Inside is safe and inviting

I crawl into by brain and set a spell

Someone makes me go outside

The grass slices into my skin

The air from the sky makes me choke

I want inside air, apartment air

Air drunk from the depleting stores

Of my own oxygenated blood

I crawl further inside

My brain can't even find me now

My thoughts don't know who I really am

Am I anyone at all? Have I

Crawled out of existance forever?

Sometimes I hope so.