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.

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