the front wall empty and hallow with mistakes and fear
the left wall being shattered and broken
while the right wall is dark and fearful
but most of all the one behind me is the one that hunts the most
and being surrounded by all of them is what we call real insanity
no doors
no rules
no fools
but as one fall into the abyss of the floor we see the unreachable
the ceiling and after that the roof
the childhood night stars that would glow at night finally stopped after some years
the observation
the overthinking
it finally hit me
the hard floor of wood
this box was already my doom
deprived eyes
and blurry sight
until words every night
then there is silence until the next day comes by
repeating this cycle when the night comes by again.