megalophobia (and then a comfort zone)

I felt as if I’m panicking.

my eyes suddenly dilated to 20 20,

too much detail in every corner of sight

my ears burst with ambient noises,

my fingers lay on a soft cloud,

yet I feel an earthquake rumble under

my mind, racing so quickly

my neurons could power a city

and so I retreat back to my world.

in my world, it’s a 9x9x9 cubed foot,

grey carpeting in the bottom,

black mahogany wood for walls,

in it lays a keyboard, a guitar,

some empty canvases lay in the corner

there’s even a TV where I watch reruns

of my memories of the net.

the box floats in the middle of space,

right next to Venus and Mars

in the void is where I find the most home.