Some things I lose

To the very depths of

My mind

But then there's

My anchor

To keep me from

Loosing

Myself.

Time comes again and again

Memories

Ghouls that never leave

They summon sorrow

And I runaway

To something I hold dear

To something that

Will always

Be there

Never leave my

Heart

Paperclipped to my soul

Something I find comfort in

Something that is with me for eternity

Where its use is endless

And I can always revert

The pain

Into

A mixture of feelings

Instead of keeping it

Infinitive

And pure

I mix it with words

And make

Stories.