Last night, my heart had seen a light through a slit in the ether and my subconscious is warning me that I might have run out of choices. For once in my life, I feel like I’m in all the wrong places. I’ve departed from the illusion that’s guided me, which had given me goosebumps across my skin for years. Now there’s something, dragging me down. It steps on my chest at night and pins me down, tells me I can’t go anywhere because it wants to take control. A black soul lingers at the bottom of the staircase, so I’m thinking of escape, out the window, behind the house tonight.