the rope used to be my shelter

a safe and warm place

with lush carpets and cushions in cozy dark corners

sublime music playing in the background

the sound and smell of soft rain falling outside

I visited but knew I couldn’t stay

not now and not this way

but at least it was an option

an exit when stuck in a wilderness of my own creation

an oasis that’ll never be out of reach

a house on the edge of a dark blue sea