did someone knock on the door?

i can't tell.

the lamp in the corner seems brighter,

or is that just me?

the knocks are growing louder.

should i check who's there?

am i hallucinating?

or are the knocks real?

is there an earthquake?

or is that just me again?

should i call for help?

help for what, exactly?

am i shaking?

or is it the world around me?

i’m scared.

should i ask for help?

but scared of what?

and help for what?

my chest feels like the door.

maybe my chest is the door.

what’s knocking?

who’s there?

i get upto check the door.

i can't reach the knob.

i’m a tree now,

roots in the ground,

unable to move.

two feet feel too far.

but i push,

and i reach.

i open the door.

nothing's there.

or is there?

my eyes can deceive me sometimes.

the knocks might be coming from the inside.

but nothing's trapped inside me.

or is there?

and then my eyes and body let go of me

completely.

i should never trust myself.

i fall.

everything is black.

what’s next?

death?

hell?

paradise?

or justthe continuation of life

with my inner, trapped demons?

or is this all just a dream?

i'm a dream.

or am i dreaming?