Comfort In Consistency

(Inspired by the song Trauma Factory by: Nothing,Nowhere)

It all started 11 years ago. The day I locked myself in this box. And it's been six months since the knocking first began.

Six long months I've spent trying to ignore the muffled sounds of the world on the other side.

But it's open now. I can see the world laid out before me, I can feel it's welcoming presence. I look to my writings, the countless notebooks and pages sitting upon my desk. There's not much left for me there.

Not anymore. My ideas are gone. My stories all recorded. All that's left is to step through this doorway, see what awaits for me there. Maybe I'll find peace. Maybe I can finally be happy. But my closet is full. Skeletons, memories, things I wish I could forget. Things I wish I could let go. But I can't, no matter how hard I try. They'll always be there, pulling me down further and further.

So, I pick up my smile. Cover my feelings with laughter and jokes. And go back to pretending everything's fine when it isn't.

Because only one thing is true:

Human life is a trauma factory. And the only thing to mask is the feelings you hold.