05.09.2021

soft piano seems to nearly read my mind
drifting along
beside me as I
remember,
forget,
question myself.
always, questioning myself...
I see the glow of my screen
lighting my face,
the wall,
reflected in my bedroom window.
the lights like stars that ring the ceiling,
mirroring the mood of that
beautiful damn piano...
I wonder how many beautiful homes
and beautiful moments,
that beautiful people have created
that no one else will ever enjoy with them.