hiding places

shelter my bones in domes of glass,
hide me in a place where noise is only a bad dream
and my spirit is free to roam from light to light.
it’s not that i don’t like this world. it’s beautiful,
all the tender rage, harmonies in black and white,
and the people, mapped out by the movement of the stars-
but it’s too much. i want to narrow it down
to one moment, one morning when i wake up dreamless,
one evening that never ends, when the world is asleep
and i am cradled by the silence of my favourite song.
the streets are always colder than the voices that sing them.
edges blurring, objects falling into each other
and always separate from the heart i’m swallowing down.
i’m sorry. i don’t know how to be human anymore.
outside the safest place i know, every drop turns into an ocean,
and the only way i can celebrate beauty is by closing my eyes.