run-away

you would say that a room is nothing but a place with shelter from the cold and gives you a feeling of security, but mine is nothing close to something so small, my room, my place, gives me ideas, and a rhythm all my own.

My sanctuary may be small, but big things, ideas, and thoughts come from it...its my own home away from the house, because at least in here i can never move away from as we always did from one house to another, there was no stability but my venue of all things great is the one place that will never let me down and it cant leave me.

this oasis of mine, agrees with me and lets me make up my own mind about things, i can lay down and sleep and still be with my hideaway...

you know we all have this safe house, this "ivory tower" but i just appreciate it more than others, i see all the potential in it, i see it all...

this is my refuge, my comfort, my one thing that cant be taken away suddenly at least not from where i am standing,

i smile at the thought, the moment: this is my mind, my head, what the inside of my head has, my runaway place, the perfect place to project when everything is turning upside down, because i know i can always work it out when i run-away.