I've Lost Control

I start to wonder about unnecessary things in the dark. The later it gets, the worse it becomes. I start to part my room in two halfes. There is a nice half, with good memories and a clean mind. Plants and plans. And then there is the other half, dark and messy. A gloomy atmosphere, oppressively drab and grey. The room is representing what's inside of my head, what's behind my eyes. It depends on "who i am", on which half of my room - half of my mind I am. I have legs, I can go from one half of the room to the other. I have thoughts, I can switch from one mood to another.

But I feel like I've lost control over that.