5 in the morning.
Wasn't even going to update today because my mind is like rusty gears coated in blood so thick they can't move anymore.
Think I've scared myself in every way imaginable or plausible.
Don't know why, or what fascinates me.
It's like I've got an obsession with the twisted, it doesn't make any sense.
Your blankets are breathing.
Your feet aren't touching the ground.
That person in the mirror? That isn't you.
Don't close your eyes, that wasn't your imagination.
Through that keyhole is a silky blue, unmoving. That's not the lights. Someone's watching you.
Close your eyes and hold your hand out to shake hands. Someone might shake back.
The soft breathing you hear from your dog that is so comforting... Well, humans breathe too.
You stop and turn and no one's there.
Two doors across the hall - you can't enter one without putting your back to the other.
You may think she's dead, but she's just sleeping.
Don't close the curtains, they can see through those, too.
That attic smell isn't just dust and air.
That switch under your fridge does more than you think.
You may think I'm just playing games but it's true.
I just twist words for shock value, don't take a word for granted.
What you see out of the corner of your eye is what's really there - putting your focus on it makes it run and hide like bats when you shine a light on them.
We're all the same decaying organic matter.
You're not beautiful on the inside, and you're not unique.
I can't get to sleep. I'll stay up until my mom wakes up and then sleep in her room.
Xoxo.
