shush

Sitting in the middle of my room
The bare wood floor leaves splinters in my skin
And raw white walls surround me, close me in
The light is glistening, blinding me
And at night, as I lay down on the ground, I can hear my room crack

One day I get up and in the almost deafening light
I see a spot on my wall.
Turning around there are more, another one and another
One after the other. The wall becomes wildly painted in
Warm tones of orange and red. Comforting me.

And as I take one step I feel
A fuzzy thing underneath my bare feet.
I look down and realize that a carpet
Is warming my skin and turns my room
Into an oasis of relieve and colors.

One day I look up and I find you in that room.
The conqueror of my heart.
And our fingers interlock, they match perfectly fine
You put me to sleep, at ease after a time so long
I realise that the cracks in the wall, they’re not gone.