Shoes in hand
Ready to go check the mail
I tried to put keys on my feet
My eyes crossed
Vission blurred and head spinning
I reeled back in my seat
I groped for the arms
I figured "oh that's a bit strange"
I was ready to think only of the keys
I was ready to take on tunnel vision
To avoid the terror of what I'd glimpsed

Last night I walked into the wall
I had turned out the light in my room
Standing on my phone in the dark
For however long it takes
To finish conversations
Turn on some music
Forget orientation

The light from my blinds
In the tired of my mind
Cast on the wall a line
That reminded me of home
Just a step and I'd be there
Must have remember where I'd been
My nose struck textured sheetrock
"What stoped me?"
The usless part of me retorts
Image of the thermostat burned
Itching in my periphery