my bedroom

 

On the floor I focus on my breathing

all the times I have hyperventilated here

there is no problem so small that it cannot be solved by hey jude

eyes closed

 

the ceiling fan creates shadows that dance across my eyelids

 

my memories my presence destruction

pressed petals in the pages

preservation

 

my bed reminds me that I used to fear my pillow

how many tears did it absorb

this warm comfortable place where

fictional characters bled into my dreams

 

Did I give the life to this place it used to breathe so vividly

I wrote my secrets into the walls and trusted them to understand

 

paint is paint is layers of gray and only I know of the blue underneath

 

I have moved on and had firsts elsewhere

 

thank you

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