Sometimes I wander. To a room in my head which keeps moving. It is many things- a sanctuary from confusion, a place to rebuild pieces of my broken heart, storage for backed-up memories, a place I hide in, a place I find myself, frozen tears, dreams that haunt, meaninglessness that taunts me, a vortex of lies I tell myself to keep sane, truths that are too much to handle. I pull up a chair and sit for hours. When I’m done, I lock up with a blink of an eye and return.

Though I can’t help but wonder what madness I would discover if I ever lost my key.