No, it’s not made with our hands still…
The shadows on these walls had, become permanent, and, they’d, attacked us when we’re, in bed, like those, monsters that hid themselves away under our beds, inside our closets during the day, and come out to “play” at night?
Shadows on these walls, don’t know when they’d, moved in, or maybe, they’d, belonged to the last family that was, here? Perhaps, they moved, in such a hurry, that they’d, left these shadows on these walls behind? Shadows on these walls, why are you all still here? Shouldn’t you, move on from me already? Go, SHOO! Go HAUNT someone else, I’d, had enough, of ALL you guys!
monsters of childhood, like these??? Not my sketch…
Shadows on these walls, what do they mean? Why are they still coming back, night, after night, after night, huh? They’d, accompanied me through my childhood, into my adolescent, found their permanent homes on my wrists, and now, I’m an ADULT, why are they still, holding on to me, so tightly, suffocating me, day, by day, by day?
How many shadows, are on YOUR walls, huh??? There ain’t (and your point being???) NONE (yeah, feel free to CALL!!!) on mine NO more, erased everything, and set up a small playing stage, for all those shadows of my former years to dance ‘round on, so, they don’t need to, go outside of that “box” again…
like this one too??? Not my photo still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 