Since I met you, I remember
Since redeemed, I remember
Since overwhelmed, I remember
Since the first time you spoke my name, I remember
Every moment in that room, every significant moment, every word, every thought and revalation were birthed in that very room. Every breath I took while watching you, was in that room. Every move you made, every time I shook, was in that room. Shaking from my tragic realizations, the feelings I had tried to burn inside of myself, but the matches set all of me ablaze and made a whole new flame that lead to a national wildfire.
Accompanied by the ceiling fans. They clicked as my heart raced, spinning as my head spun, looking as though they were going to fall from the ceiling. Which was how I felt from the very beginning and still feel.
Old, worthless room. No one would want it for any reason, the fans that barely work. They aren’t even circulating air anymore, just pushing the same air around and around, just as my feelings never change, they just keep getting pushed around just like that, just like they are as worthless as the air in that room.
I remember, every moment, every whisper, every word spoken only inside of my mind. Speaking a language I couldn’t yet understand, which I never truly learned to speak. Just to grasp enough that I could go on.
Please, do not continue to treat me like you do.
Please, understand that you have more of an affect on me then you’ll ever know.
Please, I need you, my essence is cracking.
Please, my air is being suffocated from my lungs up into those ceiling fans.
I wish I did not feel this way, but it is like the ceiling fans, old, and useless, but neccesary to the flow. Like if you got rid of them there would be something missing irreplaceably from the room. The foundation would crumble and that noise would cease to be, causing imbalance.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m clearly being targeted, and hurt purposefully. You will be held accountable for your actions.
You can’t continue on in the light while hiding in the dark.
Those ceiling fans will only click and spin for so long until they fall to the ground, destroying, breaking, and disappearing, everything would be destroyed along with it, causing deaths.
It would be the same as if I left. I am the fans life force. The air and oxygen of that room.
Do not mess with what is known, and what you have, because even though you don’t appreciate those ceiling fans, if they were gone, you’d have nothing.
Part of the old foundation cannot be destroyed or forgotten. Try, try to.
Bring me to my knees, the fans will fall along with me.