slouched to my lamplight, as i do in bed
compliant prisoner to the rapping of the rain outside and the stretched shadows on my walls
i stared at a spot on my ceiling, in between thoughts
there was a split second where the quiet in my head grew too loud
it was then i snapped out of one reverie an onto another
looking up from my notebook and getting out of bed in one swift motion
i found myself walking slowly down a hallway
my right arm lay stretched out to the side, touching its walls
the cream color of the hall made it seem well lit and inviting, though just to pass it by
it was coming from a door painted in a tired cracked shade of green
pressing my hand up to touch it, as if to feel its pain
i felt it. - in the way i heard your guitar cry
and i have come to your door to tell you i have the lyrics to your song
