the hum of a fluorescent lamp
old, but
it still works
the creak of the bed
as I slide in
the whisper of a foreign room
and the breathing of a strange house
fill my ears
yellow light floods my vision
from the left
the wall, to the right
bears my shadow
I turn
try to catch a glimpse of me
but I am blurred
stretched
in this place
maybe
I am not myself.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
the hum of a fluorescent lamp
old, but
it still works
the creak of the bed
as I slide in
the whisper of a foreign room
and the breathing of a strange house
fill my ears
yellow light floods my vision
from the left
the wall, to the right
bears my shadow
I turn
try to catch a glimpse of me
but I am blurred
stretched
in this place
maybe
I am not myself.
three years ago, going through the files, found this
