Monday, April 18, 2011


The empty corner that fulfills my soul
The window that the rain sticks too
And loves the glass 
like loving for the last time
The untidy bed I left in the morning
The usual place where I intake caffeine
The prayer room that swallows my wishes
And the roof that defines what a sky can be
And what can be the limits
The mind that never sleeps
The dreams that leave no void in the hopeless heart
The cupboard that keeps all secrets
And the hand that grips someone it loves
A picture that saves every vague memory 
A letter to someone you no longer spoke to
The spaces are becoming more complex with time 

A space to suit your need :)

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