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This square became
a refuge from too much.
Too much feeling
noise and energy.
Too much expectation.
Too much world.
Just a square.
White walls.
Barren but littered
with paintings and sketches,
scraps of ‘almosts’
crumpled into sad
little wrinkled trash.
Ideas thrown away
Only a laptop
sitting quietly,
coldly on a used
wooden desk as
any value.
Yet I wouldn’t give
this room to anyone.
From time to time
I am checked on
-questioned about-
eating, sleeping, bathing.
Human functions.
Though my expressions
make me closer to
a robot.
Don’t worry so much.
This is a self-imposed-
glorious-
isolation.
Until
a refuge from too much.
Too much feeling
noise and energy.
Too much expectation.
Too much world.
Just a square.
White walls.
Barren but littered
with paintings and sketches,
scraps of ‘almosts’
crumpled into sad
little wrinkled trash.
Ideas thrown away
Only a laptop
sitting quietly,
coldly on a used
wooden desk as
any value.
Yet I wouldn’t give
this room to anyone.
From time to time
I am checked on
-questioned about-
eating, sleeping, bathing.
Human functions.
Though my expressions
make me closer to
a robot.
Don’t worry so much.
This is a self-imposed-
glorious-
isolation.
Until
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