The Attic

I’ve heard stories about this place
Mixed reactions but who can you really believe
How can you go south when you walk up those stairs…
In the same direction where kingdom comes, so what wrong has it done?
Yes, I’ve heard those travelers rarely ever come back…
But how do we know if they’re not enjoying their stay?
I can close my eyes to transcribe my pain to seek its healing
But can you guarantee it will disappear when they open?
I don’t want to be stuck but I’m already stuck
My spiritual faith is strong but the physical presence is realistic
If it can elevate me for a short time , it will make up for the lost time
The warmth welcomes me with open arms while the cold reminds me who I really am. 
No emotion is greater than the other
Every amount of joy is countered with the equal amount of sadness
If I love this feeling too much, I will be devastated when it’s gone. 
I rather it let create an illusion then hope for a dream. 
That way I can live it and not hopelessly seem
Maybe I’ll come down the attic and tell my stories… 
But why would anyone leave a place that is so reassuring?