A Changing World

The world outside is so

Bright and ever changing

Change.

I hate change.

These walls are not my prison

They are my safety net

In this darkness I see the light

Every scratch on these walls

Is my story

A story I can always control.

I can let my blood flow

In the channels on the walls.

I can let my tears fall

Into the craters on the floor.

But sometimes I wonder

What it would be like

To touch another's

Craters and channels

Would our stories fit

In the light

Of a changing world

(@MothsMask)