… is warm covers, muted roads
and the slow tick-tock of the clock
… is endless grey skies, pitch black seas
and filtered light through the curtains
shapes and spectrums printed on the ceiling
a limbo between two days
made of soft lights and soft sounds,
of silence and suspended time,
of comfort and collected thoughts.
quiet isolation & solace found
in an absence of everything.
did this time really exist?