I love the narration in this poem! Wonderfully crafted!

This reminded me of the story "The Yellow Wallpaper." Creative write.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who see images on the walls, floors, etc. Lol
Upon growing up, There used to be a face of a man on the floor of the restroom. It used to creep me out whenever I had to... you know. I would place my shoe in that one spot. Oh, and there were more faces and shapes... but that one just creeped me out. I had other occasions where I had so much fun imagining and playing around with the shapes, faces I saw almost everywhere. Now a days, I’m just busy I don’t see them. Occasionally, I might but ignore them.

Yeah, I’ll never forget the clouds. That’s always my gate away to something fun and relaxing. I see them specially when my husband is driving and I’m just enjoying the view.
By the way, haha I guess we both have pareidolia.