Dead hands reaching

This is my last night with a half-empty room.

I went for a walk.
Everything in dramatic color, normal color but like never before
each scene 30 seconds – one minute before falling into another
hallways and empty rooms
a busload of schoolchildren, a kitchen, an empty house
her voice, just more breathy and sad

I want to meet people
I’m sure they must exist here

In reality the big dream
is simply to be anywhere
and by god it came true.

– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years