crumpled up pieces of paper on the ground pencils randomly strewn all around a dried up liquid on a faded pillow, what could that be?

starry light still shining on the roof a raggedy teddy sitting aloof on an armchair that rocks and on occasion, it creaks

a half painted wall across from where i stand a colorful assortment of fizzy drink cans a table so covered in bits and bobs it can hardly be seen

footsteps of pacing and frustration clearly left their mark on the floor, and so did the teary droplets that were most likely accompanied by screams

a singular bird approaches the window, out of practice, it seems and then it leaves, because i couldn’t possibly be the person that this sunny day, it is in search of

but i am the one who’s fed it every other day am i that unrecognizable, i say? beneath the runny mascara and messy hair, it’s like a raven turned into a dove

eventually i’ll have to force myself to fix the mess but waiting for motivation is like waiting in a game of chess you are never quite sure when someone’s next move will come

i stare at the wall as i have done for a while i try to conjure up a decent smile i give up and return to pacing after a minute and some