My Only Sanctuary

Every night, when a lot of memories start to make some noise
Every time the silence takes over,
drowning out reality and amplifying my own voice,
I find myself retreating back to the corner
where I can create my own universe
where nothing bad ever happens
where the people that I miss gather together
at my corner of imagination

I only need a few good songs to accompany me
and then I’ll enter the chamber and lock the door
nothing comes out or in
it’s just me and my own echoes

Because it’s painful, and it breaks my heart
having my brain crammed with good memories
and knowing they’re only recording of the past
events that most likely will never again be real
those were the good times
and I had to say goodbye

People come and go
Things change, everything ages
And I have to carry on
With my imagination as my only sanctuary


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