I stare at a blank screen for most of the day.

It’s dark and stuffy. The only I color I get is the exotic sounds and melodies floating through the cracks. The noise fills my heart with longing more than any light and color ever could. How I wanted to join in with the band. The constant orchestra, each having their own role. Their own place.

But I only get a few minutes to shine.

You open my home sometimes. Gently twist the key and unfold the lid. You wind up the knob in the side and I twirl to the music that seems to sparkle.

I take in all I can.

Your colorful eyes, the sunlight through the windows, the lacy curtains.

The smell.

It’s so fresh and lively.

Everything just feels so…

Clear.

I wish I could stay.

But you always tuck me back in.

Back home.

Back to my prison.