Four Walls

Four walls.
Two blue, two white.
Two glossy, two matte.
Two with posters, postcards, and tiny art pieces.
Two with a calendar, a clock, and windows always shut.
Except for when it rains.

Four walls.
One with a closet that I hide in, whenever I need a break.
One with a bookshelf, for whenever I need an escape.
One with a record player, for when silence is too loud.
And one with a bed, decked in blankets and pillows,
for daydreams at night.

Four walls.
Two blue, two white.
Material objects: wood and plastic,
paper and fabric.
Experiences: nostalgia and fear,
laughter and tears.

But most of all,
familiarity.


Originally posted on my Tumblr.

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