Backrooms

I think about the backrooms regularly. Yes, in the big 2025, I still think about the backrooms. I've had dreams where I was lost in the pool rooms or lost in some empty pink house that resembled something like the backrooms.

It's invaded my mind since I found it. Nothing has every done this to me like the backrooms has. I find it quite comforting and nostalgic as I'd always been left home alone when I was younger, I've always felt alone in the world. Like everyone around me was invisible in some way. That everything was just a big hallucination and I was the only person actually alive.

Though that could be mental illness talking, I think about the backrooms more now, because I feel like I can relate to the feeling of being completely alone in a place that feels familiar, like there should be people there.

I don't know what's up with me, but the backrooms gives me comfort, and I feel like if they were real, they wouldn't have all the scary monsters and strange items in it, I feel like it would just be empty, a safe place to survive. A place between reality where you can live forever.

It's heartbreaking to me that they aren't real, But I'll keep trying to find my way in, I'll looking for them. I'll keep dreaming of them, because I love the backrooms, and I feel safe when the backrooms is mentioned.

Sorry if this is the wrong category to put this in, the backrooms was originally a writing project on the internet so I thought that writing and poetry might fit. If not, please tell me which category fits best and I'll edit the post.