Rorshach Ink Blot

The first time I went into the room, I had no idea that I would visit it so frequently and against my will. I didn’t know how it would steal my peace and make me tremble. I didn’t know I would struggle within its walls for months, and while trapped there, I didn’t imagine I would every be free again. I didn’t know how much my subconscious would leak into into my waking world. I still don’t know what more is dripping behind the doors of my mind, but I am less scared to turn the knob and enter.