melting days, inconsistent shelters

looking for a place where i can feel safe and here i am, on this scorching summer day, back on spacehey. the heat turns everything strange, surreal, disturbingly quiet, yet it sets people ablaze, stirs their anger, pushes them to show the worst of themselves. the frenzy in my mind is drying me out, as i deliberately spend my days inside this confined space, counting the doors slammed shut in my face, caressing the only living being worth living for, lazily flipping through the pages of a book, wandering through my little animal crossing town where i can still savor the nostalgia for an poeticised time that actually never existed