My Room

My room, a sanctuary of memories and self expression. Expression. When the day comes to rest, as do I. Laying on my bed, thinking, spiraling with questions..why did I say that? Did I do it wrong? All questions I had been building up throughout the day. Yet they visit me at dusk where I am alone, with me and my feelings. Feeling. I sit and ponder, and dig deep into the crevasses of my mind, bringing up the past, the present and all inbetween. Bad memories, longing, loss. Lost. Curled up, in my sanctuary that once brought me comfort has left me, alone..just me and my mind. I cover my mouth in hopes to hide the emotions that was already formed into tears on my face. Why do I do this to myself? -Cleo~☆