The light coming from the crooked paper lanterns
that stand in my bedroom
floats around me on my bed that has so quickly become an island.
Paper thin walls echo the sounds like paper thin lamp shades diffuse the light.
Tiny notes in piano arpeggios ****** from my computer as the dryer rolls along like the most familiar sound i’ll ever know.
The slight shake of a beautiful voice as it lays down its soul, the flutter of a heart that recognizes the plight of another.
With the door closed i am in only this world.
Until my favorite friend pulls me away again, in wait i lie holding my breath for the cacophony that awaits.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
The light coming from the crooked paper lanterns
that stand in my bedroom
floats around me on my bed that has so quickly become an island.
Paper thin walls echo the sounds like paper thin lamp shades diffuse the light.
Tiny notes in piano arpeggios ****** from my computer as the dryer rolls along like the most familiar sound i’ll ever know.
The slight shake of a beautiful voice as it lays down its soul, the flutter of a heart that recognizes the plight of another.
With the door closed i am in only this world.
Until my favorite friend pulls me away again, in wait i lie holding my breath for the cacophony that awaits.
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