where am i

I am on an empty floor
I am in a wooden city
I am in a dead zone
If I fall asleep here I will not wake up in real life
If I dream here
Without the proper fear of injury or death,
I will become my own story.

Its 11am and it's sunny and I am indoors and I put up the hood of my hoodie.
Listen. It's a luxury, to protect yourself when you feel vulnerable,
Instead of having the fingers of some monster pry you open
Until the world can count  your vertibre and call you spineless.
Whatever it means to be right and wrong to a child who doesn't sleep
Is reflected in the eyes of the people I have loved
and hated the most.
This is a hostage situation and we are in hell and I am full of love in the only place in the world where that is more pitiful than beautiful.