we're nothing but a misadventure,
trapped soundly within the nightmares
we create--
broken hollows to shield our disillusioned minds.
plucking separate hairs from the fabric we rely on,
we're on a journey we'll never understand
because we refuse to admit it doesn't exist.
but it's here.
it's in the space we've created in our hearts,
a little nook within ourselves that we may take refuge in
when the meteors hit.
this is our path,
a one-way street to absolutely nothing,
and sometimes--yes, there are times when--
we like it that way.
there's safety in numbers,
(safety in knowing)
comfort in others.
there's a world out there.
and it's time we explore it to its fullest,
take a trip through time and space,
within ourselves and without...
to understand what we are.