I\'m in my head a lot, they say.
Spend too much time elsewhere.
Come back to the real world,
Don\'t you love us like you did in May?
In my head is a beautiful place, mostly.
Usually skylarks and music and meadows.
Sometimes there\'s haunted shadows,
But dear lord, there\'s very little sorrow.
Yes, in my head is a scary place.
But so is the real world.
At the very least, inside my head,
A figment of what it\'s supposed to be.
I don\'t know how to be okay with isolation.
To never be known or loved by another.
I know not the sharp sting of silence,
Terrified of being lonely.
I know why I want isolation.
The pretty music of quiet.
The fondness that comes from loving oneself,
The sparkle of being alone.
-InsanelyHilarious