In the Library

In the library,
The crippling existential crises
That usually grip me
Do not exist.
The common rages and anxieties
Associated with struggling to be
Someone in their twenties in this day and age
Don’t matter.
The high, heavy ceiling beams
And picture windows
Don’t give a single fuck
About the terrible setup
We got from generations before,
They simply let in the light.
The place simply stands.
A sanctuary.
2-3-2016