where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.

home / poem

it's dark,
but it's a nice dark.
it's a comforting dark,
full of hushed chatter
anticipated breathing
smiles wider than anything.

and there's a single red spotlight too,
and i hate red,
but that shade,
that intensity,
i trust it.
it's the one of the colours of home.

and everything is quiet and loud,
simultaneously,
and we are laughing and playing
silent games of rock, paper, scissors
and everyone is absolutely
terrified and ecstatic.

i take one look around the
dark
red
loud
quiet
cramped
endless room
and i know:
this is my home.