The Frustrated Fetus

Thoughts collide into one another, crumbling on impact. They scramble to retain their dignity, picking up the pieces and forcing them into a nonsensical puzzle. The obscure image makes every room I frequent seem hazy. My heart projected onto the walls. They move with me, breathing my air, my deep heavy sighs. Drawing my sorrow in and exhaling my relief. Confining me to a dizzying house thats alive and dead all at once. Little does it know that within this womb grows an angry and cynical child. Observing from the windows, the life below. The selfish, stupid world. The world that knows no walls or boundaries. There is no alternative, I am a part of it all. Whether I choose to open the door or suffocate inside.