FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)

four walls

four little bright walls
bright blue and peeling
we were all cramped up inside 
i don't remember much about my childhood
you tell me it was fun
that i was a happy child,
that i never cried
guess some things change
and some things stay the same
i suppose

four little bright walls
green, freshly painted
i remember staring at the ceiling at noon
i think i was thinking about ghosts trying to kill me
suffocate me
bit morbid for a six year old
at least i knew where the suffocation was coming from
back then

four little old walls
pale and dying
i feel trapped
i am taking up too much space
and the windows are too huge
the sunlight is streaming in when i wake up
feels like it's mocking me
well fuck you too sun

four little new walls
grey and green at the same time
it's weird, feels weird
at least i'm starting new
i'm getting better
i'm the happiest i've been in months
this was the time i learned
that you can never fix anything
with force.
slowly but surely
slowly but surely
i'm getting better

- to be continued