A rectangular box shouldn’t be my happy place.

Many say it is unhealthy,

That my mind will turn to jelly,

But it is my escape.


Through the dark of night, my world is lit.

I venture to far off lands.

Through the bright of day, it shadows the bad

Filling my sight with blissfulness and love.


I can run away without having to cross my bedroom door.

My mind can focus on stories that are not my own.

I can engage. I can learn from another.


So when reality comes back I have a story to identify with,

To remind that what I think, feel, and do is okay

Because someone else, even though written up, does them too.


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