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My shelter is just my own little mind, currently. My mind is keeping me from feeling bad about the situation and not get too stressed from it. At the same, it still is causing me stress. It’s a love-hate relationship, but when I really need a place to call home and feel safe, I know that my head will make me feel better sometimes.
It is one of those nights where I feel weird. Right now my shelter feels very light and fleeting. I only have a slight sense of it because uneasiness always weighs on me. It could be the air around me but I’m in my room and it is always shivering cold in my room. It almost feels like my shelter is just reduced to my body and my clothes. I sense myself as jumbled blocks of who i am, laid out, unbalanced and apart. It’s actually not that bad. I’m sure my room will feel more like a shelter if I turn the light off and try to sleep. But even that cannot shelter me from the annoying concept of time. I wish sleeping worked like a time-stopping gadget, and I could make myself purely free time, but I suppose that would be a little too selfish and you know…go against the laws of existence and physics, and other boring things like that.
My shelter is just my own little mind, currently. My mind is keeping me from feeling bad about the situation and not get too stressed from it. At the same, it still is causing me stress. It’s a love-hate relationship, but when I really need a place to call home and feel safe, I know that my head will make me feel better sometimes.
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It is one of those nights where I feel weird. Right now my shelter feels very light and fleeting. I only have a slight sense of it because uneasiness always weighs on me. It could be the air around me but I’m in my room and it is always shivering cold in my room. It almost feels like my shelter is just reduced to my body and my clothes. I sense myself as jumbled blocks of who i am, laid out, unbalanced and apart. It’s actually not that bad. I’m sure my room will feel more like a shelter if I turn the light off and try to sleep. But even that cannot shelter me from the annoying concept of time. I wish sleeping worked like a time-stopping gadget, and I could make myself purely free time, but I suppose that would be a little too selfish and you know…go against the laws of existence and physics, and other boring things like that.
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