i tried to move. moving across the city, across the country. everything feels like a shell of home, my apartment is cold and it echoes and the cream coloured walls don't speak to me, neither do the posters, and the tapestry's that i took with me. i tried to move just next door but no matter where i end up, it'll follow.

no matter where i end up it still gets dark at night.

no matter how far i run, inside my head will continue to remain the same.