I sit,
no I lay here in silence
as I try to open the filter on my phone that will tell me what is meant for me.
Grasping onto the smallest of straws, the thinnest of strings that are threatening to break, I am threatening to break.
But my room is too dark so I'm left looking into the face of someone
I never truly knew in my camera.
But still I am curious,
forever curious so I turn on the light, illuminating the mess that I call my safe space. Never clean,
never sparkling clean,
my home, a reflection of my mind.
Once it finally works,
it finally works and I find myself looking at those words,
tears forming in the corner of my tired eyes and I don't know why.
Maybe because what it mean for me,
was a right person but at a wrong time.
