And my window flees
Followed by my doors
My chair is in a rush, too
I’m left standing in the middle of a bare room
The room can’t withstand the volume of the loneliness
It starts shaking
Badly
Threateningly
Urging me to leave, too
But where to
I can’t open my doors
Can’t fly away from my windows
The room leaves, too
I utter these words:
Mad marathon
Mad marathon
July, 2014