My Shelter

You are like a shelter. At the end of the day, when I lay in my bed, when my cruel mind starts recalling things that eat me alive, I call upon you...
I bring you to battle my poisonous thoughts and save me...
I imagine us, in ur apartment, I have never seen it but I picture it in my head. Small, cozy, and a bit dark...which I don't like. Which changes after I come in. I turn the lights on, draw the curtains and voila, light beautigul living room.
I talk to u, talk and talk and talk, and u know what I mean. U get me, u handle me, u cure me..
I usually fall sleep before I can finish our journey in my head, but I just want u to know that u r still here, as a warrior...this time, saving the girl from her...