rambles and such
As Night Comes
My eyes twist objects, distorting them into haunting entities.
As the sun sets, my anxiety steadily rises.
My mind creates entities that do not exist... or maybe they do?
My eyes and mind work against me, they don't let me feel the warmth
and comfort of safety.
In my home, where I am supposed to feel the safest, the warmest, the
I feel the opposite.
Everything is out to get me.
I just cannot tell if it's reality or not.