Girl, interrupted

The sunshine looks a little crowded. The stream of busy light gushes in through the dirty curtains. But the particles aren't hidden. Warmth of light. Reminds me of hope and childhood. That time in life is in the next room. The psyche knows it. It's precious yet dark. So tucked away. My soul hauntings are hidden there. Childhood and before. Could it be a little before or long before? The soul knows but tells me not. The conscious me is a fool. Basking in the glory of the warm sun. I know not what lies beyond the light. The sunshine still looks crowded. And, I know it's all in the mind.