back at the cubbyhole
how long it has been
the smell of crowded people,
old couches,
and warmth

it just fills my lungs to the brim
i inhale the soft lights,
the purple walls

we are home again
a random mix
of random people

writing, playing chess, organizing cards
catching up

here are our lives,
we are the same people,
we just have different tales


nothing ever changes as everything begins to change...