in this square room
i hide all my tears and excitement
best to worst
i turn off the light
i barely see the color of the walls now
these walls
hard as your shell
soft as your skin
cold as your emotion
warm as the air around you
dark as the sky that night
i'm projecting all those lights
on a biggest space on the wall
playing a tape of the flawless movement
i can't understand how it works this way
but this seems the only thing i need right now
frozen light in millions of colors is a past time
to be looked at the present
how i regret i weren't brave enough to ask to get a split second of it..
now the walls are laughing at me
