Where I Find Peace

In my catacombs of tragedies and comedies alike,
my preference is the nook in the section from when I was innocent.
As I’ve aged and matured the number of books has gradually
diminished in size, but the childlike wonder is forever permanent. 
Despite being subliminal, the comfort refuses to fade.
The visions refresh my memory with a bittersweet tone
when I brush my fingers over handwritten letters on a frayed page. 
I find peace in curling up with an unsullied memory,
hidden in my library that is rife with life's tainted moments. 
I hope that staying here can be my disorder's remedy.