Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Dream Home

The deep yellow sunlight baring through the window of my west facing third story dorm room. I totter around these tight commons and narrow shiters.

I've tried to call this home. The twitching in my eye tells me I've failed.

For four years I’ve been drinking my coffee while standing in the shower, letting the spin of the day burn off.

It is an odd existence of fluorescent lighting and empty hallway paranoia. Incomplete sounds slurped into pipes and wires and pushed through walls.

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