the darkness

my fingertips match the prints found on the bathroom mirror, the sickness they call me cheap plastic bottles all over the floor, I wonder how the roof top speaks and what it would say back to me, fragments mimicking the act of the paradox. They know about the unkept secrets that hold the breath Inbetween walls, fragile bones of which disappointed, they hold memories of the wounded and forgotten, the fire alarms break barries underneath the gravel, they are the ones that set off the trap. You become observant to the most vualnable and rely on cinematic films broadcast on old television sets, existing but not living,  your eyes becoming cold, and the respiratory system shuts down overthinking.. panicing, your knees begin to shake, and your brain is in a state of numbness, turn off the lights and begin, meditating, breathing in everything, and letting go of nothing. you become frozen, and the people that once loved are now heartbroken .