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The afternoon sun cast pales lines of light through the beige blinds covering my window,
It's overcast inside my room where I lay on the floor staring at the particles dancing in the beams of light.
I feel like a shell and I live in a shell.
I lock the door but lately I've locked myself in, not others out.
There's only routine, and no one to share even that.
It's fall and the air feels different, smells different... looks different.
As forlorn as I am inside I'm as happy outside.
Until I'm caged again, this time on wheels that move hardly at all.
I pull out the mirror and magnifying glass and examine the past gone by.
What was there to feel for then. The fading colors, the diminished sounds, the forgotten smells.
The times I thought I'd remember forever, did they ever happen?
Trucks, trees, laughing, drinking, kissing, touching, talking, sleeping, listening, feeling, crying, hurting, dying, living, seeing
What an infinite abyss, life creates.
But these four white walls, and the white ceiling and the beige blinds
and the pale afternoon light sifting through my living room window
It kills me.
the best is gone
It's overcast inside my room where I lay on the floor staring at the particles dancing in the beams of light.
I feel like a shell and I live in a shell.
I lock the door but lately I've locked myself in, not others out.
There's only routine, and no one to share even that.
It's fall and the air feels different, smells different... looks different.
As forlorn as I am inside I'm as happy outside.
Until I'm caged again, this time on wheels that move hardly at all.
I pull out the mirror and magnifying glass and examine the past gone by.
What was there to feel for then. The fading colors, the diminished sounds, the forgotten smells.
The times I thought I'd remember forever, did they ever happen?
Trucks, trees, laughing, drinking, kissing, touching, talking, sleeping, listening, feeling, crying, hurting, dying, living, seeing
What an infinite abyss, life creates.
But these four white walls, and the white ceiling and the beige blinds
and the pale afternoon light sifting through my living room window
It kills me.
the best is gone