Day 53: Twisted State of Mind
Misguided through low-lighted hallways, don’t hide it, just let it free this time. Walking down the straight and narrow in one direction, directed by my misperception of what light is anymore. Even more attention in this ward as I war on and wear suggestions of the people on this floor. Carvings in the wall come alive and call me to this twisted state of mind.
Mind the map that leads me through this mansion; rooms with no doors, locked with no chance in. Outdoors are indoors and hallways with no end. Send me to the stairway and up to the roof. Riding the hope that tomorrow will bring proof as I fall backwards into this dream.
Remember the good times,