Paper house

When my mind crosses the thought, it's like an epiphany.

I'm back where it all began, 1st person in that room again.
My skins crawls en sizzles. There's a bombfight raging in the pit of my guts.

In one split second I get caught off guard. Someone smashes a sledgehammer in my house of cards & glass. My feet thrust back into the ground and my eyelids re-energize.

Exit the paper house.