I closed my eyes and I traveled
from narrow alleyways in cities full of filth
to strangely lush gardens
in the short, sweet northern summer
to remote villages in the mountains somewhere
where they don't welcome visitors
they know better
places I'll never see
people I'll never meet
you say I need to live more
get out of the house more
but I have no fight left in me
and fight is what it takes
to battle the monsters
holding me down
© coldscars