Anything

When I was a kid I was afraid that the crack in the roof of my room would make the ceiling fall down

I would have trouble sleeping because of that, mostly nightmares about it falling and burying me alive, my family looking for me under all the debris and they would find me right next to my stuffed animals

It’s been so long since that but even with 23 in the same room the crack in the ceiling looks the same just like I’m the same person, full of doubts and insecurities, the only new thing about myself is that now I’m also full of regret and all I want is for the ceiling to finally fall down

The funny thing is that this crack I was so afraid of now conforts me because what back then meant uncertainty now it means familiarity

Now I think about this cracks and now I’m at home