the bleak orange walls with its shadows casting doubt on you—
you’ve never been fond of shadows. staring at you from afar, bringing darkness wherever light is absent. you never have and never will understand the complex relationship between shadows and you. shadows only bring on more shadows. more darkness. less light
it’s the only thing you’ve been
yet when you want to see it?
gone, the penultimate thought to your overexpansive
life; light; livid lines licking little lifts, as
if only air could breathe like the shadows could stay
if only light could shine like the orange could fade on these