A Walking Conundrum

Anonymous asked: Is your name anyssa?

no lmao

hospitalpersonnelonly:

Unwinding and rewinding the hands of time. A hallway hardly wide enough to pass through and two doors on the right hand side. The walls are paneled with a flat brown wood pattern and the carpet is a sickly beige ruined by ash.

I hid between the mattress and wall knowing you did not want to see me, you did not want to know that I was there. How I even came to this place I did not know. Others passed through the room and tried to bribe my exit. Motionless, I refuse every term and condition.

I watch you walk past the open door. Half in fear, half in love. I hear the girl speaking to you about me, if you would see me and you oblige. Suddenly the house is empty. It is only us. I sneak around the doorframe and through the pantry to catch a glimpse of you. I do well not to be found. Just a little longer with you in the space that was never meant to exist.

I am not quick enough as you come through the open kitchen and back down the hallway and I speak up, but you do not respond.

You say my name, but you do not hear my voice and I slam my open hand against the wall. Photo frames clatter against the wood panels. You ask if I am there, and your hand is stretched in front of you. Half in love, half in fear I grab your fingers in my hand and you can feel it. Your hand fumbles around mine and I tear it away from your grasp.

I repeatedly and heavily hit my palm against the wall for your attention. For pen and paper. I ask how to leave, where I am. You speak of how impossible I was to handle, my incessant love, how I clung to you, and how you hated it. I could only shake the wall with my hands out of disdain.

The well of ache and abandonment in me overflowed and you would never see it. And I just slammed the doors, and the walls and you were only able to tell me how I was in the way. How I was always getting in your way.

(via lordhalfmercy)