"Untitled" by Josh Rambeau

It is so strange how so much depends on our perspectives. Its been countless days since i've seen the light of the sun. And if it had been any other way it might not have lasted so long but in this particular instance my brain will not tell my arm to reach for the door and twist. I will waste away before I see the light of day again. I bask in the soft glow of a dim bulb that sits in the corner of wasteland. I smile though i know not why. Is it peace of mind? Is it the hope of something better? Or is it because it is just simply easier to smile while you're upside down? Or maybe it is simply because the height of this high is finally wearing off? Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to open the door.