Brains

It all started
In the big, white room.
I’ve only seen the windowless room
In solemnly light
No darkness ever step foot in this room
The neons smelled like
Fried brains
And their light would,
From Monday to Friday,
Make the time seem
Shorter than a Windows start up.

One day – I collapsed

My face was gently placed
Between two old, rough but warm hands
The lady told me “go home, dear!”

And so I stepped outside the room
Outside the building
The streets were roaming
– Desperately –
Everyone was hurrying
To catch the green lights
And my head was still dizzy
I needed somehow
To sleep away the city,
The office

The darker the city was
The better I felt
After being trapped in all that fake light
I needed time
And silence
To heal myself (I am afraid)
I’m already fried too.