a mattress that served as a comfort,
to my soul and body that ached.
pillows of which that has showered by so many tears, made itself dry to only get fresh new sets of wave.
the constant staring contest between me and the wall.
often time, I wonder who would win?
who would look away first?
blankets that suffocate me,
yet produce sense of comfort in me.
all of which knew, seen and listened to what never been disclosed.

- kimin