that faint yellow light

at the corner of my bed, besides my dark blue blanket and my grey pillow, that faint yellow light.

sometimes the tv sound keeps me warm. I take my shower with the door opened. Within a thousand drops all over my head, I can barely recognize anything but the fraction I’m living on. 

looking at your hand and asking yourself why is it hard to believe all of this is happening, true and vivid. Soon things turn into jokes and bones and yet everyone needs that faint yellow light at the corner of their bed.

the name of your favourite song on the mirror disappears in just a few seconds. You forget to add a question mark, nevertheless, you always do. Bend it straight, push the button, the light goes off, you sink deep into that pitch darkness. 

no one wants to come back to an empty room.