Something to pass the time...

“I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here”

I am here, and yet I am elsewhere.

I am sitting with you, in a room I’ve never actually been in before. This room, with golden sunlight tracing rays through the dust, blocked off by blinds, casting long, stretched out shadows of unknown geometric shapes upon white sheets; contrasting with the dark mahogany wood bedframe.

Perhaps it is a mere replicate from some faulty childhood memory.

A place from dreams. 

A room where I meet with the dead… 

It doesn’t matter, because I am here with you.  

I am present in two blurry realities. 

The sun is fading away, taking with it, the warm colors of the room.

We now bathe in cool, blue tones. The shadows are creeping upwards, intertwining with our skin, flesh, souls. 

I hold on a little tighter, feeling the fever in your skin, moist with sweat, mixed in with tears, our skin slides with my movements. 

I feel both scared and safe all at once. 

Don’t leave me alone in this darkness.