It’s Too Clean
my sleeping time
Between my mother my brother(s), my lover
Anything to wake up somewhere else.
Blank White Walls of Lonliness.
The clean lines, Glass high ceilings Glorious sunlight from the windows Overpowering
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?