A Room Without Walls

Comfort exists in a pinpoint of time.

It’s the people who are glued

to the walls in my mind.

It’s the memories that seclude

my thoughts away from the world.

Following a night on the town,

the moments replay through my eyes.

Instants where I cannot lie down.

I could stare until I crystallize.

The warm surge in my chest

moves through the snow crest,

settling where fire cannot,

untouched by any lot.