Whats In My Last Journal

pt2: favorite place

I don't think I've been to my favorite place . my favorite things have all been taken from me , leaving me in a cold dark place . my favorite place is nothing but a far-off memory, a dream more perhaps as it was a shock it ever happened . it was comfortable shock , loving and caring this favorite place is not in the world, but in a boys heart. Its quite a strange place to be , its comfortable and yet cold and toxic.