sometimes
sometimes the upstairs hall light is turned off and the stairs are black. the pictures hanging on the way up reflect no light and there is no switch until the top.
and so you have to run, skipping past the open closet door and leaping over the top step, if it'll make the passage shorter. you must take running jumps to get to your room in time, where the soft glow of lamp light awaits you, a soothing yellow contrast to the darkness outside.
and on your quest, you have to sing. you have to sing loud, and off tune if you would like, but the song has to be well intentioned. no angst, no sadness, no anger, just joy and lightheartedness and even comedy.
you have to. you just have to run. that's when your alone and the house is cold and empty and shadows hide in every corner. sometimes even when someone is home but you feel that crawling feeling up your back and around your neck and through your chest.
its like suffocating and falling and jumping and laughing at the same time. you feel foolish and yet also deathly afraid.
sometimes. even if you dont like to admit it.
and so you have to run, skipping past the open closet door and leaping over the top step, if it'll make the passage shorter. you must take running jumps to get to your room in time, where the soft glow of lamp light awaits you, a soothing yellow contrast to the darkness outside.
and on your quest, you have to sing. you have to sing loud, and off tune if you would like, but the song has to be well intentioned. no angst, no sadness, no anger, just joy and lightheartedness and even comedy.
you have to. you just have to run. that's when your alone and the house is cold and empty and shadows hide in every corner. sometimes even when someone is home but you feel that crawling feeling up your back and around your neck and through your chest.
its like suffocating and falling and jumping and laughing at the same time. you feel foolish and yet also deathly afraid.
sometimes. even if you dont like to admit it.