#165 Lonely...

The space felt empty

with white walls

and just a wooden piece;

the voice echoing from

one corner to another,

often woken up by

loud noise of cars honking

from a rather dull street

during the day;

the corners were unfilled

and emotionless,

just the curtains babbling with

the slow breeze

coming from a half open window;

I could also see this loneliness

in my cats eyes,

perhaps she had dreamt of

more than just the open spaces

and a muted, young writer...