sand trickles through cracks in the wall
one grain after another, it's all starting to flood inand I feel overcrowded.
the floor is upside down and I'm staring up into the light.
I hope the lamp doesn't fall on my head.
it's unpleasant, stepping over doorways
running into ceiling fans
Will they ever stop spinning?
the texture is scratching at the bottom of my feet
and I just want the soft plush of the carpet to return
even if the dust falls and collects,
falls and collects,