Inside a Room

The curtains are drawn, the door is closed.

The sounds outside burst into the ears

I'm fidgeting.

I walk between square inches

Spread ingest into my past

Dig out all the wisdom to fantasize about my future

All the past, all the future

Not as valuable as the air in the four sides of the space today.

After I've breathed the air here,

After listening to all the sounds outside,

I'm going out for a trip.

Reacquainting the crowd

Re-discovering the scenery

Melting in the world