Peace is offered by none, so I offer it to myself.

I choose to lie in my bed, the world in my mind far better than the world outside.

Behind my eyelids, this dark is far brighter than any real flame.

There, I can become what I yearn, I can achieve what I desire.

I am what I desire.

Flowers blossom within me, because I will them to, and happiness sparks from nothing, because nothing is what I have.

Nothing is what I choose.

Perhaps now I can be without punishment, live without worry, and breath without fear.

Or perhaps, when I open my eyes, I’ll find the flowers growing in my mind are nothing but the gaping holes of what should have been.

But never were.

Because I stayed dreaming instead.