to a me i created
so effortlessly
in my deep strands of mind
knowing little
how i'll later
simply call it a home

late at 3am
when my skin
is dreading me to sleep
but those strands calling
me again to rest
in the real home i once created

so i do listen
to the groggy voices
and sneak inside
deeply falling in the abyss
of loneliness
where my inner me
slowly whispers
"you're not alone"

those nights i will
remember
when i left my sleep,
left my home,
left my physique,
to sneak into a real me,
to a real home i once created.