The forgotten snow dust…

Where is my sanctuary?

Where is my sanctuary?
A place safe enough for me to cover.
A place calming enough for me to stay.

Pressed until you’re thinner than paper everyday, how can anyone even endure it?
If escape is as simple as a button, it’d always be spammed, without doubt at all.

There’s always an urge to go to the highest place possible.
Feeling the breeze of the wind, without the need to see how horrifying the world under my feet is.
Slowly leaning forward, letting the gravity pulls me away.
Free fall, free fall. Why are you so far?

There’s always an urge to go to the deepest place possible.
Surrounded by dark water, without the need to see how broken the world on the surface is.
Keep moving downward, letting the surrounding going tighter.
Deep diving, deep diving. Why are you so far?

There’s always an urge to go to the warmest place possible.
Surrounded by cheer and laughter, without the need to see how cold the world outside the wall is.
Keep being in the circle, letting the living being comforts me well.
Even just a hug from a ‘friend’. Why are you so far?

Where is my sanctuary?
A place calming enough for me not to hide.
A place safe enough for me not to run.

Where is my sanctuary?

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