AFTER THE STORM

There's a place in my thoughts where I hide whenever I feel sad. It's my Satis House.

Windows are closed, doors are locked, and there is nobody to see me wandering around memories and boxes of emotional baggage, while I walk over different pieces of broken dreams.

Mirrors are covered because I despise looking at myself in them. Clocks don't work as Time is not an issue there. Day or night, the house is dark. And I feel safe enough to let my sadness engulf me, making no effort to stop my floodwaters.

And when the storm has passed and there's no more tears, it's time to face the sun again. I get out of the house, lock it up and follow my path. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll stay hidden for too long. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll die inside the house and nobody will ever know I was even there.

There's a place in my thoughts where you won't find me. Nobody will. It's my Satis House.