It reminds me of a B rated horror movie that has the perfect blue painted two story house and perfect lawn with freshly planted gardens, but knowing behind the dim windows hell has settled in. Standing with a cup of coffee that was as dark as fresh soil in front of that window I felt like I was a goldfish in a circular bowl. Staring at the world that seemed to have routine like movements as time passed by slowly and I floated in one spot with nowhere to turn. I stood like a ghost, pale against the summer weather but unable to feel the heat from the other side of the glass. I'm drowning in a fishbowl. Forever stuck watching the past on a projector screen as the soft squeak of the old machine becomes a lullaby inside my head.
