Picture Frame

I would often imagine myself walking through a picture frame and that always made me appreciate my surroundings so much more; it was like it was special that I was there.

Now I feel like I’m trapped in that picture frame and I have no way out and I’m suffocating. Every moment I spend in here the oxygen is being pulled from the air and I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe.

There’s less space by the second.

I can hear something beckon...

I feel like I can’t even move.

I know I won't be able to choose.

My fate it's slipping away

If I’m not careful I’ll morph into someone else.

Is this really my fate?

I can't handle this state.

I would often imagine myself walking through a picture frame... I’d fall in love with all my days.

Now I’m still in the picture frame, feeling ashamed, I can't remember my last name and lately, I've been slipping away but I can tell you I will reclaim.

I'll run away.

Unashamed.

It’s the end of my days.