Know what its like to fit between the couch cushions? Know the feeling of flying, but downward forever instead of heaven-bound? Know the feeling that lurks in every dark corner, that haunts, that stares, that crawls into your shadow. Yet, it is home. Here is where all your friends come out from the other shadows of the dark room to play. You see what would seem to be an impossible shape of a creature that has a millio n spikes for hair and red eyes that roll to see. There is a monster slinking between your legs cut so only the top right quarter of what resembled a nightmare stares at its only finger. Then comes a terrified child from the closet. I see my own face on the child and my eyes glow chasing away all my friends and I look deep into my own face. I’m confused. How do I know that tomorrow I will be that child? Why do I feel yesterday I was crawling between my own legs. Who will I be to need a million spikes to defend myself from? Where then will yesterday take me that I know tomorrow I will sit again between the couch cushions?

Its confusing, or is it confusion?