I looked for refuge, for peace, in people because I couldn’t find it in myself.
I’m not sure these people had it either; they just seemed to.
Sometimes I looked for it in the folds of my covers, or in the essence of my food.
I looked for it while drowning myself in steaming hot showers, or in bottles… lots of bottles.
I looked for something I had the ability to create the entire time.
When I write, draw, sew, paint, whatever… I create peace.
I don’t have to search anymore.