This feels safe.
The comfort of my car
Perhaps I’ll unbuckle my seat belt
If I dare make it that far
I stay in the welcome embrace of my bed
Thoughts unseen ‘neath the tree cover in my head
I stay in the quiet solitude of my burrow
Eyes close, brows furrow

Concocting my life by scene.

I get to live the narrative of endeavor fed danger
Falling in love every day with a stranger
No consequences that flaunt, no trauma spare haunt
The mistakes made in the brim of my cap stay within their confines
Just rewind, redo, re-watch
Over and over
Over and over
To live a life un-lived
 

This feels safe.
The first thing my eyes see, a screen
Telling me what to do, who to see
My brain cringes at the shift
I pay it no heed
Am I loved?
Am I seen?
Several liters of caffeine later
I step into the elevator
Lifting me to the next phase
Cut and paste
Glued to stimulation, my eyes twitch in anticipation
Back and forth
Back and forth
A creepy cat clock
Where to? When to? How to? YouTube
Meals happen sometime, somewhere
How did it taste? I can’t remember
Since when have we had honeysuckle bushes?
A moment of solitude, my mind creeps and crawls
I don’t like listening to me.
She bites.
I would rather scroll, chat, sleep, anything
To avoid facing stillness

But is this safe?