silent comfort

it is always the dark places i enjoy the most

curtains closed

door locked

lights off

the only light that was seen,

was a rectangular beam exposing my blank expression

scrolling past something that is supposed to be funny.

in the dark, i don't have to toy with the emotions

and expressions that people expect of me.

i find comfort in being isolated from the world,

covered with the three heaviest blankets i own

eyes staring at the ceiling

headphones in, drowning my ears with the same, melancholic song