Was it neutrality
The future beyond the shelter.
Was it progression in its truest form?
Were we farther than imagined?
In a fit of indiscernible lust man took it upon himself; took what he sought and what was withheld.
Was it better
What we planned before the storm.
Was it worth it

I’ll be honest and say I can feel them
Never in the closet; in places much more menacing
In practical places
The middle of the room, Close to my bed, Close to my desk
Close to everything
Because there is nowhere else to be
I’ll be honest and say my heart is heavy
My chest weighs and my throat has become an undeniable presence of weight
There is no feeling of description
I can't say I am tired
Not even when I drifted off to sleep
I can say I'd rather not know
I can say I know it’s fake
I can say I know it's real
I can say I know I'm scared
I can say everything but the people look frightening like figures
I can say I take comfort in faces I know
I can say they are less frightening in my head
I can say they sound like words can't describe
I can say if they were real I would know them
With vision I see
See figures from the corners
See them and mistake them for myself
See the room as it is and as it will never be