Tststrn Grl

I just want a place for my head. And mind.
A place where it all makes sense.
A place where I am not alone in my mind. Where you are.
But that's like sentencing myself to death. By crucifixion.
I am you, whether I like it or not. Ignore it, but it won't go away.
I sometimes wish I made sense. Or that at least other people would not make sense, in the same way as me.

I should probably label this 'utopia'.