Irredeemable in nature

The walls in this place won’t stop moving” you say to the guy to your left. He looks at you blankly and then takes a step back. He is gone now. Hmm you think to yourself, thats a cool party trick. You take a left and bump into the guy. He asks how you got here you said you went around. Invading in the lives of the walls which harbor us is no fun you say. You forget his name. You’ve only been there a week, but each day there is someone new next to you. It all started back when you went to the pharmacy. You were looking for nothing, in the aisles spanning what could only be considered brief dashes in comparison to the walls housing you now. You saw your dead fish swimming in a bottle of hand soap and said hi. He blinked twice and then you blinked twice back. Mutual recognition is the proprietor of peace they always said to you. On the second blink you woke up here. You don’t know where this is but you assume it is tied to somewhere deep inside of you. Why else would there be a constant thump and shifting of the walls, and ghosts of who knows who following you around day by day. Whatever, you think to yourself as you trek onwards. The walls are scarred witht he blood of your fists. Change is imminent but that doesn’t mean you can’t fight against it. Every day you grind your knuckles to dust, the pain is liberating. The threshold for where you pass out is when it begins again. New spot, new ghost, new path. These walls will hold your scars forever, you are engrained into your captivity. Maybe it was all your fault, what were you even doing at the pharmacy to begin with? Was it out of boredom? Greed? Consumption. You can’t even remember at this point, but one things has become clear. You are irredeemable in nature. There is no world, inside or out, where you can truly front change. For a brief second before you faint each day you remember who the ghosts are. They are people that were there when you were irredeemable. Not to say you aren’t always in that state, biut the worst times. There is nothing youc an do but watch them taunt you. This is your own domain, yet you cannot leave. And the worst part is, is that you know that you are standing still in the Walgreens aisle, swaying mildly, and have been for hours. People are concerned, but nobody will touch you, for you stink of filth, and exude the worst frequency known to this world. You are untouchable by the world, scarred in and out by your true awfulness, and genuinely, uncontrollably, irredeemable.