Air Conditioning

House

My mind is a terrible, terrible place to be.

Simple simple simple,

Simply terrible.

Overthink everything,

Every

Little

Thing,

And wait for everything to fall around you.

Wait wait wait,

For it all to fall apart.

Now I have pillars,

Rules,

A list to hold it all together.

Its easier to imagine 'this can last, and I'm safe now',

But the ground still shudders,

And dust still flutters down from the ceiling.

This place is littered with chalk, and dust, a brutal reminder of the flimsy infrastructure,

I sweep it up,

'its alright, just an old building,

Its still strong enough to stay in,"

And it is!

It is strong enough, really, these foundations are titanium and there's no reason to worry, there really isn't...

But when things are shook,

Dust will fall.

And I sweep it up.

This place is so beautiful,

I enjoy being here. The golden lights, beautiful vines, it's amazing. Glorious even. Comforting more than anything.

But every time the ground shutters,

It crumbles a tiny, tiny bit,

And it scares me.

It almost makes me think there's no room in this place for something so gorgeous,

Because the tremors ruin everything eventually.

They wear things down, and even, sometimes, shake down the walls.

Maybe there's only room in this place for a bomb shelter,

Something disquieting and uncomfortable, but something that could never topple.

I'm glad I haven't fallen back to that. It took so long to decorate my last one, only for the decorations to fall off the walls, and for the cold to get to me,

I couldn't stay there forever.

But I'm here now,

And it's beautiful,

But the walls are going to shake down.