Where did you go? Finding doubts to hide away in. Screwed tight knots on the rope that dangles from the ceiling…eaten away by disorder… An apple on the bed… Matches sealed unopened on the plastic fabric carpet floor… Door handle is loose and cold… sheets of the bed unmade… Seconds upon seconds…the tapping of the clock against the walls shakes images in the hopeful drone of warmth… Red mail box stands across the road, blunt miscue and smoke that roses from the drain pipes of the factory behind the building… A letter with no address and no sender lies torn but unopened beside my wet brown umbrella at the entrance of a house I once made in norm…now breathes nothing but dust. And where are you? The letter did not need to be burned as the writing was deaf to your words… Inexplicable within sighing of thoughts..
