The edge of the bed – cries for decisions, should I ever get up.
The sun light forces my eyes to the color of the coffee mug –sips of shared happiness, I remember now.
Down my stretched leg – as a bridge over time- the same red socks bring comfort.
Small book in a corner, soaked in ancient wisdom, compressed letters fill the air like unknown words.
Suddenly, malicious smile of criminal intent, the black cable clenches the book.
Airy I turned away towards fake music and people- eyewash dance on a screen of red and green- Christmas spirit- turn it off!
B(l)ack to reality, I pick up the dictionary – tedious research to clear
the thoughts – light laser beams dance on the book forming
heartfelt hugs and kisses –a dream of love.
Yet the image fades away along with the distorted faces
My curiosity and hopes struggle for life–opened eyes, shy smile within
a pink blouse – hope for the summer of my soul.
The flavor of coffee- enticement,
Flowers combined with petals, beauty and frailty of life
Symphonic music down stairs– paces of harmony on the rug,
Was it a chamber of torture, – pain, yell, grimaces, quiet yell, more grimaces, emptiness.
…How large, wide and vast my mind is.
