folie

a faded yellow house

written on 11/30/20

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there's jumping spiders on the walls 

covering every inch of torn wallpaper

i've stopped trying to catch them

every time i get one there's always more

lurking behind the faded curtains

bleached from the sun, devoid of vibrance

it all feels too familiar to be called home

sitting on the beaten up couch

treated poorly with time

i can feel the cracks in the leather

the foam desperately trying to break out

to finally breathe

i can understand that feeling a little too well

to be suffocated in a place i'm supposed to belong

then again, that might seem like a lot,

to sympathize with an inanimate object

something designed with a particular purpose

but then again, it seems much more human than i 

it has a role to play, a purpose to fulfill

i don't seem to have mine yet

and that's probably why i'm back here

stuck in this house

left to clean up the remnants

of a broken soul

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this gives me vibes of those places where we feel like we've all been to before even though we haven't, you know? and i can't find a picture to match it but i know what i'm talking about so if i find it i'll put it on here. doesn't matter have a goodnight tho