My happy place
Is between two horizontal lines
Between every black letter
And every stroke of my pen
Between every breath
As words form in my lungs
My lips taking their shape
Before they float away into the vast empty silence around me

My happy place
Is griping a pen until my fingers are purple and sore
Ink smudges on my cheeks from where I rested my head
Heavy with words

My happy place
Is a stomach ache late at night
Begging me to write
Because my body can't contain these words
And they must break free

My happy place is alone
With my red leather notebook
Watching the world go around, waiting
For the empty spaces my words will fill