It’s Too Clean

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my sleeping time

Between my mother my brother(s), my lover

Anything to wake up somewhere else.

To escape

Blank White Walls of Lonliness.

The clean lines, Glass high ceilings Glorious sunlight from the windows Overpowering

Pristine floors

Surfaces empty of purposes

When everything is in its place, what do you do? Break something?

Make a mess…

Or run into someone else’s mess to find comfort?