I walk into a building of age and fresh redo.
Few week old paint shows it's valve as sight.
Floors with fresh coat of clean fresh smell.
Red and white everywhere in the sight eye.
Nerves build up into a hot pressure steam.
Thoughts run into the shatter of questions.
Anxiety controlling the nerves of my system.
Bipolar roaming into my pools of emotions.
Depression cracking events into darkness.
Facts and experiences roll into messy void.
Panic breaks into my room of calm stairs.
Fear interrupts the veins of peace rivers.
Clock of age ticks by the seconds that roam.
Time reads six thirty three of early bulbs.
White clear as a heavenly cloud cover day.
Hands of sticks dark as shadow over item.
Clothing that cover me as a tight blanket.
Darkness covered my scars of harm of harm.
Lonely walk towards the exit of the room.
My footsteps of rise into a sparking volume.
The volume fills the empty space of section.
Section grows into loud echoes of voices.
The unheard rise up and cast shadows.
I sense of home belong grow into my veins.
