the room

change of phase moving into another corner of the room out of nowhere just like constellations and how we pass on and over again where we cant even breathe sometimes it just hurts and then you act as if something completely off color is effected by your intestinal emotions regurgitating a part of you that you wish was gone and maybe you told yourself it was but it never lifted to begin with it only sent itself on a journey you thought would pass you in line instead it took over rising like lava inside of your heart and you couldn’t stop the train riding through you and under your flesh you couldn’t even redirect it. At most all you could do was recognize your demon ask it to go away and move on to the next thing which it would find just the same way under the small feeble sticks you collected the last time you were alone. Its felt and known and apparent and you can’t make it tangible enough to change. the ghosts echo from an opposite corner but you cant set it free as if it were nothing it was so loud in your head you thought you were hallucinating and you felt like you heard it for a reason, you had to of. Something you once heard have never seen and repeats itself in your eyes creating this monster you have seen before that has gutted everything you had ever worked so hard to build and your allowance to give

Life turns into a small room that you cant get out of and nothing is comfortable until its over. Its like a fun house with no way out and you keep repeating the same patterns until you find the strength to leave. The evil in everything is more apparent than not and you wish you never saw any of it to begin with then you release again begging for more you cant stop now.