I don’t know what I need, I’ve tried the things they say,
find some friends, go outside, f’goshsake seize the day!
but nothing works, or it’s all work, or maybe I don’t care,
maybe I deserve the night, and all the creatures there.
maybe I belong in here, lit only by a screen,
words pouring from my fingertips to pages white and clean.
just here I feel that I exist, that my words will be heard,
and not dismissed or suffered through but still seen as absurd.
here I can talk till my hands fall off, and store it all away,
till someone someday looks for me, and finds me where I stay.
here in this box of light and sound, this dimly glowing world,
here where my heart and my mind and my soul can safely be unfurled.