me: I’m a homebody i like to stay at home!
muddles my perception of time
Changes in both size and distance
lulls me into sense of safety and twist it into an oppressive paranoia inducing hellouse-scape
compels me to forget my own autonomous existence
waters down the outside and/ or exaggerate it to mythical extent
shrinks front door perron when i ascend, jarringly draws it out when i descend.
all its windows views are other walls of itself
the backyard fence looms in every horizon
bitter to abandonment of what belongs under its roof, including me when i go out to buy some good ol orange fanta
doesn’t look for me under its roof, it always knows where I’m.
when it sleeps doors never open, i don’t know it’s sleeping schedule
whatever happens silently around the corners is real, my apprehension is valid and understandable, and indeed i should panic.