I live in my head too much, my head has become where I spend more than half my day. I’m at peace there despite the chaos. It’s the only place that feels like home. It’s the reason why I can’t focus or why I can’t read books. It’s why I zone out in the middle of conversations. My demons never leave me alone. They are kind mostly. They don’t give me a hard time. I think they give me company because they don’t trust other people to keep me in check. They pull me in and I don’t mind anymore. They are all I have. Dancing with my demons at 2 pm or 2 am. It’s alright.
She Was Sea 