I’m translucent. Neither solid nor vapor, just a shift from states. Late at night surrounded by unfamiliar walls the whole building becomes alive and taunts me. I can’t tell where the sounds are coming from. Each crick and crack is heading my way to burst into to my room and stare me straight in the eyes. This frightens me. I am not scared of an intruder or traditional fear mongering tactics. I’m afraid I’ll never feel at home again. I’m terrified of my own eyes. I fear that my instability will win this time and I won’t be able to come back. Even though it is ultimately what will happen, I am not ready to let what’s left of my ego go.
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