Reasons to leave|Reasons to stay

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery
—air, mountains, trees, people.
 I thought, 
"This is what it is to be happy.” 

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

-Let's say, since you were little 
and you always dreamed of someday getting a lion, 
and you wait, you wait and wait 
and the lion doesn't come. 
Then along it comes a giraffe. 
You can be alone 
or you can be with the giraffe. 
-I'd wait for the lion. 
-That's why I worry about you.

Eternally unsatisfied
Eternally looking for something
Eternally lost
Eternally enjoying it
(So far)

-I heard you talking in your sleep last night.
-What were you doing?
-I was just watching. You seemed sad.
-Why didn't you wake me up?
-I didn't want to intervene.
You seemed like you were suffering somewhere else.
I didn't think that it was my place to drag you out, so I just let you be.
-So you just let me suffer?

-I like the night.
It's more than a period of time,
it's another place.
It's different from where we are during the day.
We are different from who we are during the day.
Little more hidden, little less seen.
-When life is most like a dream..

What's my ideal summer?
The smell of sunscreen,
the warm cement under my feet,
the cold sand between my toes,
the quiet breeze,
dancing to an old record,
classic movie marathons..

He offered her the world, 
she said she had her own..

so, is he?

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter..
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank
as the ceiling at which he’s staring..
He’s alive, but feels absolutely nothing
so, is he?

What’s your chill place?