The Basement
Everything ends up here eventually.
Relics from my childhood, products of my interests and obsessions, good memories, bad memories, unhealthy habits all call this space home.
Coping mechanisms are piled next to other things I enjoy collecting. Invasive thoughts are framed and mounted on the wall.
I can come down here whenever I need to, but there’s a long flight of stairs and it’s much harder to climb back up, especially if I’m carrying things with me. So I try to keep everything down here. Bad with the good. If it was all bad, I’d never come to the basement. So there has to be good things to look at down here too. It’s mostly good, there’s a lot for me to enjoy. And sometimes I can’t be bothered climbing the stairs to get out.
Maybe one day I’ll be too tired to leave — everything ends up in the basement eventually — so I’ll just stay.
© Claudia Deborah, 2022
Everything ends up here eventually.
Relics from my childhood, products of my interests and obsessions, good memories, bad memories, unhealthy habits all call this space home.
Coping mechanisms are piled next to other things I enjoy collecting. Invasive thoughts are framed and mounted on the wall.
I can come down here whenever I need to, but there’s a long flight of stairs and it’s much harder to climb back up, especially if I’m carrying things with me. So I try to keep everything down here. Bad with the good. If it was all bad, I’d never come to the basement. So there has to be good things to look at down here too. It’s mostly good, there’s a lot for me to enjoy. And sometimes I can’t be bothered climbing the stairs to get out.
Maybe one day I’ll be too tired to leave — everything ends up in the basement eventually — so I’ll just stay.
© Claudia Deborah, 2022