Floating windows, aluminum shine,
The solitude is perhaps even greater.
Marble floors, shiny lights…
My pain is more real.
I can feel it,
And I can see every morning how my body ages
There is also brick, white light, plastic chairs
And a small speaker on the wall
Loud music can be heard
But the solitude it’s still the same
It’s either perfect or extremely sad
Nothing in between
The structures are broken, great cracks grow through the columns
But everything is still sickening bright
The extravagant ceiling is crumbling down
There is smoke, broken pipes broken glass
Cutting everything at its pass
I never liked my face
The only way I can see it’s with yours by the side…
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.