Nov 21, 2018
Musings - 015
I mutter in my head a thousand times.
It will be alright.
It will be alright.
It will be alright.
Look, I already feel better.
It's almost as if I have forgotten everything.
On every plane I exist, there's a space for me.
I begin cleaning my room.
Everything in its place.
Anything that isn't,
Goes back into the closet.
It's not there
It's not there
It's not there
See it vanished.
The hollow eyes of the skulls in my closet nod in agreement.