Then we Came to the End of Me

Looking at the state of my tiny bedroom cum office, I could it ending this way for me. Always trying to get things neatly organized while the whole system is in a perpetual state of falling apart. Keeping up just enough to make it livable. Just when it seems like everything is finally getting sorted outit descends deep into chaos, and the only way to keep track of amything anymore is with post-its stuck all over the walls, scribbled snapshots of thoughts caught before they drift away into the fog.

The walls turn yellow, trembling with every breath and step as the detritus crawls up my legs and pulls me under.