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.