I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.


Neil Hilborn, a poet with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), performs at the Rustbelt Regional Poetry Slam in Madison, Wisconsin.

“The first time I saw her everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have obsessive compulsive disorder you don’t really get quiet moments… When I saw her, the only thing I could think about was hairpin curve of her lips or the eyelash on her cheek, eyelash on her cheek, eyelash on her cheek.”


27 thoughts on “I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.

  1. So beautiful… I watched with my tears, especially at the end! So beautiful dear David, is it possible to learn more about him, also I am searching on Google too. Thank you so much, love, nia

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  2. Wow – that’s powerful!! 🙂 I know someone who is obsessive compulsive, and they are so like this – amazing how the same mannerisms appear in completely different people with the same problem!

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