2.21.2007

The Room

There is this room that I want to get into.
I'm not sure what is inside, I just know
that I want to get in.

There are no windows, no doors, no locks.
And yet, I can't figure out how to get inside,
or why I would want to.

Finally, I get inside.
Don't ask me how it happened,
it just did.
The room is empty.

Ever changing.
Always empty.

1 comment:

w.j. DeBalt said...

I've been in that room, it smells of overripe melons and new shower curtains. The walls are the most traquil hue of green I have ever known. Empty is frame of mind. The room is empty.