"i watch the world change colors through my window as i lay in my bed, but i can't seem to want to get up,
the bed doesn't feel soft anymore,
it feels like a cage, a cage that i voluntarily locked myself in,
i feel suffocated, i feel short of breath, but i also feel completely fine,
there's nothing wrong with me but nothing feels right either,
its like i'm half-conscious, half-alive,
a breathing machine that forces itself to stay alive
maybe one day i'll get up to close the window, seeing the changing world not through a glass screen, but with my own eyes,
for now, i'll succumb to this cage in me"
-k.v.
