In this room,
I talk to myself.
Thinking everything is OK.
For a hostage here,
dismantled of time.
I hold on to my
waterbound dreams.
And survive for both of us.

Around me, a brick prison.
Glass, veins, blood and bones.
Opening inward,
sometimes outward.
Until, I’m left just with you.
And nothing else….
Then, my loneliness
is conquered.