Reverie

The world outside is moving faster than I can grasp, but in here, everything feels suspended in time. The colors on the walls and the glow from the TV bring back memories I can’t escape. I sit on this worn-out couch, dressed in the same clothes I’ve worn for days. I wonder if I’ve forgotten how to feel. Is it the past that haunts me, or am I the one who can't let it go? The sound of static fills the silence, and I wait for something to change, though I know it won’t.