wishing i were hiding in phantom's bed all along

I got lost in my basement last night. Gasping for breath, heart racing, head pounding kind of lost. The kind where you don't want to sleep because you're afraid you won't come back, and you don't want to stay awake because you're afraid you won't make it until morning. But I called, and I cried, and I slept and I woke up to heart shattering screaming. The grey clouds propelled me to the grey bus which lulled me into a heavy sleep back to Guelph. And now I'm back, with my purple hair, my purple door, and I'm scared of the bruises left behind by this weekend.