do you ever wonder do you ever wander do you ever sit and stare?
But, if you sit and stare, do you wonder? If you wander do you stare?
there's a room. in this room is a lamp. there's light and daylight coming through the window.
I watch I see I feel empty
I try to express the way I never rest. and when I rest, I never quite do.
maybe a train would be the right position for me. never stopping. hollow
with just creatures
inside.
Voices. who say things, pointless things, nonsensetheir mouths speak but their brains don't.
there's nothing you can call a meaning when all we do is sleeping with our eyes open nobody sees
does anyone even feel? does anyone even notice the paint streaks on the window above the dirty windowsill?
but a dirty windowsill to you, is not a dirty windowsill to me,
you just gotta u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶.
YOU ARE READING
Paint streaks on the windowsill
Poetrypoetry, monologues, and word monsoons. Expression, mostly.