the light that makes no sense

do these things have to stay?
in this little room?
yes they stay
but i can make them more beautiful
my hands are magical
in this room, I can open the window
someone sweet can sit in the corner
they can lie on my bed
i won’t need to cry
because there will be nothing unclean
nothing to make my heart collapse
endless hours and endless appetite
i used to collect images
and unravel them in my mind
now i can photograph the walls
cover the objects in lace and cake
u can’t disturb me, anymore

i am fearful when i have to be in one place, but the time goes so quickly