"Obsession" a deep insight..!!!

There are three rooms in my house, eight windows and an infinite scenarios of things going wrong – so, I make sure at least forty-seven times in a day if things are okay. If the taps are closed, the doors are locked, the lights are off and my hands are clean. I like my hands clean. Which can be wearisome because after every wash I get paranoid about leaving a faucet running.
What started as a diagnosis for obsession is now a lifestyle, a compact box and in that box is me. Four walls, no floor and I am falling in a loop. Nothing ever changes between these walls other than how close together they are sometimes. So close that I cannot breathe.
On Mondays, I wear green and I hate the color blue so I own nothing of that kind. But in that box, things sometimes change, sometimes the roof becomes the darkest of skies and the floor becomes a vast ocean of blue. On those days, I fall and drown, drown and fall, and it never ends. It consumes me in itself and I am everything and nothing all at once.
Sometimes, people enter this box with me and like the infinity mirror room, I see them everywhere. Like every other emotion, even love suffers from the consequences of my compulsion. At first, the process is beautiful. The transition, almost addictive but then the box starts building more walls within itself and those walls, build another layer and another until there is nothing left for the two of us. When it gets to that point, I am moving in circles and the person I love is trying to break my walls and escape.
It can get lonely when you live in squares. Things you say, hit back and echo inside you eternally and in all that noise, in all that clutter it is so easy to get lost. It is so easy to be labelled by your disease. Sometimes, that is the only definition that makes sense. Sometimes, that is the only way to be found again."