Sometimes I think about staying inside and closing the door.
I’ll just lie in the dark until I feel ready to show my face in the light again.
Sometimes I wonder if it would matter if I just started walking, and kept walking, and kept walking
Until I decide to stop.
Sometimes I see you and wonder if you know I exist
Or if I’m just white noise in your already perfect life.
Sometimes I lay my palm over a flame and hold it there
Just to remind myself that I can feel it.
I can feel.
Sometimes when my eyes are closed
I forget I’m surrounded by a big, bright world.
But I’m not scared, because all I have to do
Is open my eyes.