Sitting in a room,
talking to someone you barely know…
That’s putting it nicely.
You see the room becomes all that more intersting,
because you are avoiding all the thoughts that crawl on those walls,
and you wonder how many sad stories that wind could whisper if the windows were open,
and how many tear the chairs have caught,
or how many times someone has fallen apart and left everything that was broken lying on that floor….
So to say the least the room is ominous…
but something about them breaks you down,
as if you didn’t say everything you have been holding back,
that somehow you would be letting the room down…
and then it starts,
You just open up!