One Room

window.

They say that love is forever

You forever is all that i need

Stay as long as you need

Can't promise if things won't be broken

But i swear that i will never leave

Please stay forever in me

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🍁

I wonder.

As I look through the glass pane.

Who am I?.

What is my purpose?.

As the sun shines outside of the small barrier that stands between me and the outside world, where I can vaguely see my reflection,

Why am I here?

I wonder, looking back at my memories, faintly remembering what it feels like, to have a purpose.

When I still had something to live for.

But now, time serves as a barrier, and i began to slowly descend into the dark, forgetting all those memories of when I didn't have to wander the void alone, with my eyes blindfolded.

I twirl my pen, stirring all those memories, and glimpses of it starts appearing in my head.

Not the good memories, though.

The only thing that came was foggy recollections of when i knew the outside world, and wasn't enstrangled in this psychosis maze inside my own thoughts.

It's.. weird..

Everytime i advance i retract without knowing.

When i triumph it's my downfall.

Whenever i stare at the window, I vividly see myself, while the outside world is vaguely covered in fog, rendering me unable to see anything but my own reflection, mimicking my every move.

But the memory that really drove me to breaking point, was the feeling of the outside world, the chilly air around snow, the soft prick of water when i'm playing with the rain, and the soft stroke of wind passing me.

But now, disarmed as may I be, the ghosts of the past still drag me into the deep chasms of the void, where the light once shone and now the chortling memories taunt me, watching me suffer as the overwhelming recollections take over my consciousness.

So close, yet so distant.

I reach out my hand, trying to grab the doorknob that would lead me out of my misery and into my dreams, but inches before I could grab it, my past haunts me and pulls me back, and threw me back into my misery with mockery.

All I can do is stare, at the colorful world outside, oblivious of the window that separates me from my freedom, and as i reach out to the light, the window gets me every time.