i've grown accustomed to having no one in my room.
i've learned to love the shade of my curtains.
mom gave them to me since i kept waking up earlier than when i should have
and that my eyes adjusts hastily on the light that felt
burning, heating, loathing.
what a span of three years does to a man.
but a force in my subconscious drove my hands and feet
i finally tied my curtains.
i let the dust settle in
like an unwanted foreign aunt on vacation
but i was taught to be hospitable.
the despicable sunlight seeped in fastly
and there was this hug that i felt
like my mom the week before chemotherapy
she always said it felt as if
her mother was looking over.
a guiding hand, she feels.
maybe this is what i was missing in my mornings.
so, i welcomed it.
i'm glad i tied my curtains today.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
i've grown accustomed to having no one in my room.
i've learned to love the shade of my curtains.
mom gave them to me since i kept waking up earlier than when i should have
and that my eyes adjusts hastily on the light that felt
burning, heating, loathing.
what a span of three years does to a man.
but a force in my subconscious drove my hands and feet
i finally tied my curtains.
i let the dust settle in
like an unwanted foreign aunt on vacation
but i was taught to be hospitable.
the despicable sunlight seeped in fastly
and there was this hug that i felt
like my mom the week before chemotherapy
she always said it felt as if
her mother was looking over.
a guiding hand, she feels.
maybe this is what i was missing in my mornings.
so, i welcomed it.
i'm glad i tied my curtains today.
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