Unconventional feelings forming an infamous floordrob right next to my wardrobe.

Abandoned goals hidden under my bed.

Diminished dreams loom over me in a mound by my door, trapping me, mocking me, scolding me.

A projection of my intrusive thoughts lain in uncompleted, unorganised chaos.

A reflection of my mind strewn into reality.

Trapped within myself. No way out, just

Me.

Myself.

And I.